Thursday, July 11, 2024

Laughing Lhursday*


 * [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Friday, July 05, 2024

Friday is Skyday

What tiny an observatory
to watch those clouds
not to speak of the universe

Thursday, July 04, 2024

Laughing Lhursday*

High security!!!

* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Tuesday, July 02, 2024

Summer in Seanhenge II

Due to my laziness I don't do it often, but just for a change I felt fancy
to offer more than but one photo from Summer in Seanhenge.
Balcony view.

Fern, polygonatum, poppy.

It looks chaotic but after may turnips
we shall enjoy to harvest
tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, peppers,
cauliflower, onions,cucumbers, courgettes,
beans, different salads etc., plus lots of herbs.

Always a fine view when looking up,
whilst reading, writing or just enjoying a mug of coffee.

My rowan, a birthday present many moons ago.

Roses and elder.

Sometimes it's nice to enjoy shadow.


Merrygold, horseradish and phacelia.

Ah yes, that looks pretty chaotic. But I still smile when thinking of the words that have been hanging in front of me for many years: "Chaos on your desk? Then you're a happy man."

Friday, June 28, 2024

Friday is Skyday

On a hot Friday afternoon
with a cup of coffee and a good book
sitting in the shade of apple and plum tree
I felt I am privileged.

Thursday, June 27, 2024

Laughing Lhursday*

Still life without Beers & Books.

* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

Relats conjunts: The School of Athens


«L’escola d’Atenes» (Raffaello Sanzio – 1511)
The School of Athens
Relats conjunts

The luminaries of antiquity all together, from A for Aristotle to Z for Zarathustra. And what did they achieve?
In 2024, today's "luminaries" are able to destroy each other with the most modern weapons.
And this is then proudly called progress.

Sunday, June 16, 2024

Bloomsday Dialogue

Boccaccio: "Poldy, my friend,
you don't have a birthday in Wikipedia,
just the year of birth. How cometh?"

Bloom: "Boccia, my friend,: Happy Birthday!
How cometh you've been dead for 649 years?"

Boccaccio: "Aren't we all mortal?"

Bloom (smiling softly): "Not all of us".

Boccaccio: ?

Bloom: "Because June 16th, 1904, I became immortal."

Giovanni Boccaccio (16 June 1313 – 21 December 1375)

Leopold Bloom
* 1866



James Joyce

Friday, June 14, 2024

Thursday, June 13, 2024

Roof drama in Seanhenge.


After her tinopeners new roof  had been finished today,
Poesy obviously wanted to inspect
the whole thing from across the road
and suddenly found herself sitting on our roof.

Oh horror! And now how to get down again?

So daughter climbed into the attic, opened the hatch,
hung out a blanket ...

... and tongue snapping lured the cat to safety .
Phew! What excitement ;-)

Monday, June 10, 2024

Beers & Books (381) – The D Case

The D Case
The Truth About The Mystery Of Edwin Drood

Carlo Fruttero (19 September 1926 – 15 January 2012)

Franco Lucentini (24 December 1920 – 5 August 2002)

Fruttero & Lucentini 

Charles Dickens (7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870)

Monday, May 27, 2024

Tuesday, May 21, 2024

Relats conjunts: Still life with onions and herring

«Natura morta amb cebes i arengada»
(Isidre Nonell – 1910)

Hm ... onions ... fish ... onion fish: In German a Zwiebelfisch is a character that by mistake is printed in a font different from the rest.
So what did Isidre wish to tell us with this very painting that is (very probably) nothing but a d'arengada vermella (red herring)?
It's obvious: But I won't tell you.
Surely you will find out for yourselves, won't you? ;-)

Friday, May 17, 2024

Friday, May 10, 2024

Friday is Skyday

Aurora borealis
with Cygnus and Lyra
Aurora borealis above observatory

Monday, April 29, 2024

Swallows are back!

Today ‘my’ beloved swallows arrived
and have moved into their nest
above my study. How wonderful!
And since four swallow families
have their summer quarters around our house , ...

and raise their offspring here ...

... at the end of August
there will be plenty of flying activity over Seanhenge

Friday, April 26, 2024

Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Beers & Books (375) – Birth & Death(lessness)

It's once again the (International) Day of the Book.
Well, and once again I do not care, but just repeat:
For me 365 days in any year are days of books,
and 366 in leap-years.

Anyway, on 
Shakespeare's 460th birthday
the 408th anniversary of either his dead
and the death of
just to wish a very special literary evening.

May my voice not put you off the realm poetry. ;-)

Saturday, April 20, 2024


Once upon a time, entering a pub one could meet people talking to eachother. Nowadays:

Lonesome elderly smombie

Four smombies,
three of them sitting "together",
whilst – hear hear! – a waitress listens to a customer.

Two more addicts.

How did people survive with but one ringtone?

Oh, and this goes, "of course", also for women ...


Thursday, April 18, 2024

Today five years ago

Exactly 20:58.
Even five years later, my mouth is watering.

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

The Reverse of a Framed Painting

El revers d'una pintura emmarcada

(Cornelis_Norbertus_Gijsbrechts - 1668/72)

For quite some time, at least 36 minutes, the group had discussed what a viewer might expect if Gijsbrecht's frame were reversed.

"Anyway, I think a picture dies after a few years like the man who painted it."

"Hear, hear, Duchamp!" Manzoni smiled. "Gijsbrecht by now is up here for about 350 years, but his "Bagsiden af et indrammet maleri" can still be admired at the National Gallery of Denmark. 

"Papperlapapp", intoned Schönberg, "If it is art it is not for all and if it is for all it is no art."

Braque laughed. "Arnold, you know very well that art is meant to disturb."

"Quite, Georges", Picasso nodded, "moreover, art is the lie that enables us to realise the truth."

"Excuse me, Pablo, but that's shit!" stated Conte Meroni Manzoni di Chiosca e Poggiol.

"Didn't you say the same to your son regarding his artwork?" asked Petrus.

"Yes, but only to inspire him." 

"That's right." Piero Manzoni smiled. "My father inspired me to fill 90 tin cans with 30 grams of my faeces originally to be valued according to their equivalent weight in gold, thus $37 each in 1961. In August 2016, at an art auction in Milan, one tin sold for €275,000."

"Oh god", sighed Pascal, "imagination – it is that deceitful part in man, that mistress of error and falsity."

 "Chauvi!" hissed Nin. "Why mistress and not man of error and falsity?"

 "You won't change him after 350 years, Anaïs." Nietzsche stroked his beloved grey horse. "Blaise will never be able to give birth to a dancing star. He has no chaos in his heart."