Showing posts with label Laughing Lhursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Laughing Lhursday. Show all posts

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.

Thursday, December 14, 2023

Laughing Lhursday*

I hear that 90000 (in words: ninety thousand) earth-dwellers  – LGBTQIA plus  all those genders still to discover, and, believe it or not, even a few women and men) – from this and that continent and many an island swam and walked in a climate-neutral way to Dubai to act as world saviours.
And that's exactly what they did for 14 days in air-conditioned rooms and on full board. Acting.

So let's enjoy a climate of peace on earth, now and forever.

 

* [For first time visitors]:

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

Thursday, October 26, 2023

Laughing Lhursday*

Cat(s) as cat(s) can.

* [For first time visitors]:

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

Thursday, October 19, 2023

Laughing Lhursday*

The last visitor

* [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, October 11, 2023

Laughing Lhursday*

This is ...

... no fairy tale.

 

* [For first time visitors]:

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

Thursday, September 14, 2023

Laughing Lhursday*

Once again I feel relieved
that Fortune favours fools,
or as a German saying goes,
"Die dümmsten Bauern
ernten die größten Kartoffeln."
/
"The dumbest farmers
harvest the biggest potatoes".

Sometimes a saying
can be a great comfort.

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

 

Thursday, March 16, 2023

Laughing Lhursday*

Another torn knee patch.
The third in two months.
What luck that granny lives vis-a-vis.


Let's see how long this one lasts.

 

 * [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Thursday, December 22, 2022

Laughing Lhursday*

Across the street from Seanhenge, a Christmas elf named Wolfram moved in at the beginning of December.

He has not yet been seen,
but he writes regularly, and often traces
of his highly varied nocturnal activities
are unmistakable.

The other day he was told in a letter
that the writer's grandfather
had cooked him a portion of rice, and ...


. . . that she, the letter writer,
hoped Wolfram would relish it.

And yes, it did taste, Wolfram wrote,
but asked for indulgence that unfortunately
he did not quite manage
to entirely eat the huge portion.


 * [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

 

Thursday, December 08, 2022

Laughing Lhursday*

Weekend market in Spain.
One kilogram of garlic: 3 euros.


Weekend market in my little town.
One garlic bulb: 2.30 euros.

 * [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Thursday, May 12, 2022

Laughing Lhursday* – Salvatore Dalí



Salvador Dalí (11 May 1904 – 23 January 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.

Thursday, January 06, 2022

Laughing Lhursday*

In the year 2097 ...

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Thursday, November 04, 2021

Laughing Lhursday*

Rocket drive,
computer,
indicator flowers.


Prognosis:
As soon as all police cars will look like this prototype
there will be no crime on this planet.


* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Thursday, October 14, 2021

Laughing Lhursday*

There it had happened.
During a photo session
Burro lost balance
and a second later found himself
backwards on the beer bottom.

As rescue was at hand
the bur(ro)lesque had a happy end, though.
Afterwards, Burro felt, as he said,
Aphrodite-esque risen from the foam.


* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Thursday, September 23, 2021

Laughing Lhursday*

Fortune favours fools,
or as a German saying goes,
"Die dümmsten Bauern
ernten die dicksten Kartoffeln"
(The dumbest farmers
harvest the biggest potatoes).


Once again
the old saying
offered me great comfort.

And here to put my genius
into the right perspective.


* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.


Thursday, February 18, 2021

Laughing Lhursday*

Snowy primate.


* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Update
to prove Andrew (see comments) is right.



Baboon, still there
but disguising himself as a bush.

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Laughing Lhursday*

A wing mirror's wake
on a white winter morning
rhapsody in blue



* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Thursday, January 28, 2021

Laughing Lhursday*

Lady in Snow
 
* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Thursday, January 14, 2021

[Capita Turciensis] Laughing Lhursday*

Recently [2008] - I was just reading the last chapter of The Bastard of Istanbul - I heard Tetrapilotomos chuckle, which induced following dialogue:

- Yes?

- Blimey, no wonder there's a steady increase of population in Turkey.

- What are you busy with, Tetrapilotomos?

-
Merowinger time.

- I see. And what does this have to do with the population growth in Turkey?

- Do you know what aureum caput regni means?

- Golden head of the imperium, or so?

- Not bad. And caput orbis?

- Head of the world.

- Not bad. And what's a colloquial German word for broken?

- Kaputt. Spelled with one t less in English it means a) utterly finished, defeated, or destroyed and b) unable to function.

- Not bad. And do you know what a condom is being called in Turkish.

- No idea.

- Kaput.


* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.


Thursday, December 17, 2020

Laughing Lhursday*

Natural Arts:
Butterface on knife point

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Thursday, November 05, 2020