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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 Cervantes just to wish a very special literary evening. May my voice not put you off the realm poetry. ;-) |
Monday, April 22, 2024
Saturday, April 20, 2024
Smombies
Once upon a time, entering a pub one could meet people talking to eachother. Nowadays: | ||||
21:27 Lonesome elderly smombie |
21:27 Four smombies, three of them sitting "together", whilst – hear hear! – a waitress listens to a customer. |
21:42 How did people survive with but one ringtone? |
Oh, and this goes, "of course", also for women ... |
Thursday, April 18, 2024
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
The Reverse of a Framed Painting
Trompe-l'œil: El revers d'una pintura emmarcada (Cornelis_Norbertus_Gijsbrechts - 1668/72) RELATS CONJUNTS |
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."
Friday, April 12, 2024
Thursday, April 11, 2024
Wednesday, April 10, 2024
Tuesday, April 09, 2024
Beers & Books (370) – Rafael Chirbes: Der lange Marsch
La larga marcha (1996) |
Rafael Chirbes (27 June 1949 – 15 August 2015)
Monday, April 08, 2024
Saturday, April 06, 2024
Friday, April 05, 2024
Saturday, March 30, 2024
Friday, March 29, 2024
Tuesday, March 26, 2024
Thursday, March 21, 2024
Beers & Books XXXLXVI – Asses in Clover
Asses in Clover |
Eimar O'Duffy (29 September 1893 – 21 March 1935)
Monday, March 18, 2024
Beers & Books XXXLXV – The Road to Brightcity
A road literarily bright to read ... |
Máirtín ò Cadhain (1906 – 18 October 1970)
Who would have thought? What started on 9 September 2020, "inspired" by an innocent beer being called – how insane! – "Lancaster Bomber", has become a series of 365 posts.
By the way: The brewery are still offering six different beers in a box, twice a year. No longer 'Lancaster Bomber', though. Interesting. ;-)
Saturday, March 16, 2024
El joc de pòquer
Cassius Marcellus Coolidge, 1894, Poker Game RELATS CONJUNTS |
Imagine folks: In 121 years, someone with too much money offers 658,000 dollars for a picture of our little poker round.
B: You don't say.
C: So there won't anyone be hungry in 2015?
A: Yes, but the person in question won't be interested in that.
D: 658,000 dollars for a picture of dogs playing poker?! I don't believe it!
A: That's as sure as Rostkam Gerstley & Co. will close up shop in 24 years.
D: I bet a bottle of Old Saratoga Whisky against it.
A: Anyone else betting against it?
C: Me. Two bottles.
B: Me. Three bottles.
A: I want to see!
121 years later ...
Friday, March 15, 2024
Beers & Books CCCLXIV – Tarjei Vasaas: Die Vögel
The Birds, a norwegian Juwel. |
Tarjei Vasaas (20 August 1897 - 15 March 1970)
Saturday, March 09, 2024
Monday, March 04, 2024
Beers & Books CCCLXII – Lemprière's Dictionary
Good stuff. |
Lawrence Norfolk *1963
Sunday, March 03, 2024
Saturday, March 02, 2024
In memoriam Claude
Today three years ago, my dear friend Claude died.
I am still sad, miss her, and at the same time I am grateful that once in 2008 she stumbled upon Omnium and thus allowed me to meet an extraordinary woman.
For many years Claude used to live with Innuit as a nurse.
Today I share with you one of the photos she took and one of her poems.
Thank you for everything, Claude. De tout coeur.
Friday, March 01, 2024
Thursday, February 29, 2024
Wednesday, February 28, 2024
Saturday, February 24, 2024
Relats conjunts de febrer: Madonna del Magníficat
Sandro Botticelli, 1481, Madonna del Magnificat |
I make it short. ;-)
"For the sake of the book. Get the godlike out of my sight!"
Friday, February 23, 2024
Wednesday, February 21, 2024
Sunday, February 11, 2024
Thursday, February 08, 2024
Komm, großer schwarzer Vogel!
Ludwig Hirsch (28 Februar 1946 – 24 November 2011)
Komm großer schwarzer Vogel, komm jetzt!
Schau, das Fenster ist weit offen,
schau, i hab Dir Zucker aufs Fensterbrett g'strat.
Komm großer schwarzer Vogel, komm zu mir!
Spann' Deine weiten, sanften Flügel aus
und leg s' auf meine Fieberaugen!
Bitte, hol mi weg von da!
Und dann fliegen wir auf,
mitten in'n Himmel,
in a neuche Zeit, in a neuche Welt,
und i werd' singen, i werd' lachen,
ich werd' "es gibt's net" schrei'n,
weil i werd' auf einmal kapier'n,
worum sich alles dreht.
Komm großer schwarzer Vogel, hilf mir doch!
Preß' Deinen feuchten, kalten Schnabel
auf meine wunde, auf meine heiße Stirn!
Komm großer schwarzer Vogel,
jetzt wär's grad günstig!
Die anderen da im Zimmer schlafen fest
aber ganz leise san,
dann hört uns die Schwester net!
Bitte, hol mich weg von da!
Und dann fliegen wir auf,
mitten in'n Himmel,
in a neuche Zeit, in a neuche Welt,
und i werd' singen, i werd' lachen,
und i werd' "das gibt's net" schrei'n,
weil i werd' auf einmal kapier'n,
worum sich alles alles dreht.
Ja? Großer schwarzer Vogel? Endlich!
I hab' Dich gar nicht einikommen g'hört,
wie lautlos Du fliegst,
mein Gott, wie schön Du bist!
Auf geht's, großer schwarzer Vogel, auf geht's!
Bye bye, meine Lieben daham!
Du, mein Mäderl, Mama, Papa!
Bitte, vergeßt's mi net!
Auf geht's, mitten in'n Himmel,
net traurig sein, mm mm!
's ist kein Grund zum Traurigsein!
Weil i werd' singen, i werd' lachen,
i werd' "es gibt's net" schrei'n,
i werd' endlich kapier'n,
i werd' glücklich sein!
Ja, I werd' singen, und i werd' lachen,
und i werd' "Es gibt's net!" schrei'n,
i werd' endlich kapier'n,
i werd' endlich glücklich sein!
And here's a both quick and humble first attempt to translate from the Austrian. Suggestions for improvement are welcome.
Well, you will understand, anyway.
Come, big black bird, come now!
Look, the window is wide open,
look, I've spread sugar on the sill for you.
Come, big black bird, come to me!
Span your wide gentle wings,
and put them on my fevereyes!
Please, get me away from here!
And then we fly up
right into the middle of heaven,
into a new time, into a new world,
and I'll sing, I'll laugh,
I'll scream "Es gibt's net!"*,
'cause all of a sudden I'll get
what all is about.
Come, big black bird, so help me, please!
Put your wet cold beak
on my sore, on my hot brow!
Come, big black bird,
now there's the opportunity!
The others in the room are sleeping deeply,
but let's be very quiet,
so that the nurse won't hear us.
Please, get me away from here!
And then we fly up
right into the middle of heaven,
into a new time, into a new world,
and I'll sing, I'll laugh,
and I'll scream "Es gibt's net"*,
'cause all of a sudden I'll get
what all is about.
Yes? Big black bird? At last!
I didn't hear you come in,
how soundless you fly –
my God, how beautiful you are!
C'mon, big black bird, c'mon!
Bye bye, my dear one's at home.
You, my girl, ... Mama ... Papa.
Please, don't forget me!
C'mon, into the middle of heaven.
[Ah] Don't be sad ... mm mm [no no no];
There's no reason for sadness,
'cause I'll sing, I'll laugh,
I'll scream "Es gibt's net!",
I shall at last understand,
I'll be happy.
Yes, I'll sing, and I'll laugh,
and I'll scream "Es gibt`s net",
At last I'll understand,
At last I'll ... be happy.
Wednesday, February 07, 2024
Beers & Books XXXLVIII – Londoner Skizzen
"Sketches by Boz" |
Charles Dickens (7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870)
George Cruikshank (27 September 1792 – 1 February 1878)
Monday, February 05, 2024
Sunday, February 04, 2024
Beers & Books CCCLVI – Sansibar oder der letzte Grund
Sansibar oder der letzte Grund (Zanzibar or the last reason) * in English published as "Flight to Afar" |
Alfred Andersch (4 February 1914 – 21 February 1980)
Friday, February 02, 2024
Thursday, February 01, 2024
Laughing Lhursday* – Pitch 'n' Putt
As tomorrow James Joyce will – not would! – celebrate his 142nd birthday, and as today is Laughing Lhursday, I think it is about time to once again post this glorious encounter of him and Samuel Beckett.
James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)
Samuel Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989)
* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
Monday, January 29, 2024
Beers & Books CCCLIV – Quiet Existences
Quiet Existences |
Hermann Bang (20 April 1857 – 29 January 1912)
Saturday, January 27, 2024
Friday, January 26, 2024
Take this Waltz
Leonard Cohen (21 September 1934 – 7 November 2016)
Federico García Lorca (5 Juni 1898 – 19 August 1936)
Thursday, January 25, 2024
Nectarious Night
And I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, My mouth on the dew of your thighs . . . |
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
Saturday, January 20, 2024
Beers & Books CCCLIII – Vater und Sohn unterwegs
Vater und Sohn unterwegs Feðgar á ferð / The Old Man and His Sons |
Heðin Brú (August 17, 1901 – May 18, 1987)
Friday, January 19, 2024
Thursday, January 18, 2024
Beers & Books CCCLII – Arno Schmidt Reader
Arno Schmidt The great reading book |
Arno Schmidt (18 January 1914 – 3 Juni 1979)
Beers & Books CCCLI – Der Lauf der Dinge
Collected Stories |
Peter Stamm * 18 January 1963
Monday, January 15, 2024
Beers & Books CCCL – Let there be Dancing
Hier wird getanzt Her skal danses (Let There Be Dancing) |
William Heinesen (15 January 1900 – 12 March 1991)
Monday, January 08, 2024
Beers & Books CCCXLIX – The Moonstone
The Moonstone |
A very happy 200th Birthday, Mr. Collins.
Wilkie Collins ((8 January 1824 – 23 September 1889)