Showing posts with label Seanhenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seanhenge. Show all posts
Friday, May 10, 2024
Monday, April 29, 2024
Swallows are back!
Saturday, April 06, 2024
Friday, April 05, 2024
Wednesday, February 28, 2024
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 . . . |
Labels:
archive,
Federico García Lorca,
Leonard Cohen,
Moon,
Music,
photography,
Poetry,
poplars,
Seanhenge,
songs,
writers
Wednesday, November 01, 2023
Adios for a while
Labels:
Blogging,
books,
haiku,
literature,
photography,
Poetry,
Seanhenge,
writing
Sunday, October 15, 2023
Yummy
Saturday, October 14, 2023
Tuesday, October 10, 2023
Cat and mouse
Not even in Seanhenge can be overridden what seems to be natural law. In this case, a suddenly approaching distraction ensured that the little mouse escaped with its life. |
Labels:
cats,
Miscellanies,
mouse,
photography,
Seanhenge
Sunday, October 08, 2023
Less and more
Wednesday, October 04, 2023
Tuesday, October 03, 2023
Friday, September 29, 2023
Monday, September 25, 2023
Just a daily phenomenon
... that happened end of August. Ah! And the magic of all those flowers ...
Meanwhile almost four weeks have flown by; since, there has happened quite a lot on this planet quite a few of which you might even have come to "know" as it has been covered in (y)our media.
One daily news you will neither have read in your daily newspaper nor heard elsewhere, though, as being published / told day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, decade by decade that yesterday approximately 30 / 40,000 children have been dying of starvation would be bloody depressing ... well, at least damn boring, would you agree?
Life is difficult enough to thoroughly enjoy, isn't it? If only I think of that the other day a bit too much sea-salt in the tomato soup spoilt my dinner.
Who in our civilised world would be able to care about how many women have been raped in Congo or elsewhere, while I was kept busy with picking plums, for hours? I mean, it's not my or your business. I can't change anything, can I? And neither can you, hm?
Not that I would not feel pity, whenever I come to think of it for some seconds now and then; but that's life, isn't it?
One is getting raped, a second tortured, a third murdered, while I am busy with watching butterflies and (bumble-)bees enjoying their kind of milk and honey that is flowing in Seanhenge, and while you perhaps are struggling with what outfit to choose for tomorrow's dinner party.
Ah, I should not have started this. Did I write 30,000 children per day?
That means, 750,000 children within 25 days, doesn't it? Phew!
Coming to think of it: Isn't it wonderful, magic well-nigh, that despite of this marginal phenomenon not worth to daily make its way into the news, there are living more than eight billion human beings on this wonderful planet, thus about four times more than when I was born, about 20 years more than half a century ago?
Thinking positive - and aren't we told to always think positive?! - we are blessed that day by day 30- / 40,000 children are dying of starvation, aren't we?
Ah, no! Really! See? Such easily a post's content is being manipulated by thoughts about marginal daily phenomenons that are not worth mentioning.
Let alone, that I can be absolutely sure that those who are reading this are able to distinguish cynism from sarcasm, it's a great relief to know that most of those poor? nameless? anyway: unnamed creatures - and I am not talking about those 40,000 children who day by day are leaving this planet to enjoy life in this or that paradise, depending of the god their still somehow surviving parents are made to believe in - are analphabets.
In this sense.
A most joyous week to those
able to read.
May your god bless you,
and if it (read: your god) were the head of a dead sardine.
Enjoy
the peace of the night ...
in which - provided you are sleeping eight hours - approximately some more than 10,000 children are dying of starvation.
Friday, September 22, 2023
Saturday, September 16, 2023
Satur(day)ation
The last potato cellared for this year, my heart rose up like a falcon to the sky: Two bees and a bumble-bee enjoying a sunflower feast. |
Labels:
bees,
bumble bees,
gardening,
photography,
Seanhenge,
sunflowers
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.
Labels:
gardening,
Laughing Lhursday,
photography,
potatoes,
proverbs,
Seanhenge
Wednesday, September 13, 2023
Sunday, September 10, 2023
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