Beers & Books (451) – Fahrenheit 451

Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury (22 August 1920 – 5 June 2012) 

Laughing Lhursday *: Flann, Harry & I

Since my hairdresser didn't have 
an earlier appointment before Christmas 2024,
I decided that she should have plenty to do
when the time came,
and let everything grow for three weeks.
At some point, I discovered a certain resemblance to Harry Rowohlt,
the brilliant translator (not only) of Flann O'Brien's works.
And so I spontaneously captured this moment.

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

Reaching for the sun ;-)

What an effort...

... to reach the sun,...

which nurtures life.

 

Beers & Books (450) – Arguedas: Deep Rivers

Deep Rivers / Los ríos profundos

José María Arguedas (18 January 1911 – 2 December 1969)

Friday is Skyday

Relaxing kitchen view

Coffee time with Llamazares

La lluvia amarilla

 

Julio Llamazares * 28 March 1955

Laughing Lhursday* (NOT!)

Isn't she absolutely adorable?
Such a cute little girl!
And how wonderful:
She doesn't say anything.
She doesn't ask anything.
Best of all: she doesn't whine
while Mum is shopping.
(Sarcasm off.)

* [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 is Skyday

...

On the Road

Glance to the left

Glance to the right

Rain on the way

Bloom's Day, not Joyce's Day

Giovanni Boccaccio, born on June 16, 1313,
after a full life died on December 21, 1375.
Leopold Bloom, though, born in 1866, 
has been an immortal since June 16, 1904,
as he recently explained to Giovanni.
Otherwise, instead of Bloom's Day 
 today Joyce's Day would be celebrated, wouldn't it?
But what would Joyce be without Bloom?
A Nothing.
;-)

What did Mr. Bloom's lovely wife Molly say again?

"I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes." 

Friday is Skyday

Here's to fill the rain barrels.

Nature does not care

An accident?
Sibling murder? Parental murder?
The ants don’t care.

 

Instead of a political rant

Hazel in April sun.
By now, there are more leaves. ;-)

Roses.

Sage galore.

Hydrangea petiolaris.

Voilà:
Future elderflower liqueur. ;-)

Lots of cherries this year?

Summer's arrived

Fruit and lilac blossoms are over, 
and so is the tulip display;

but along with poppies
and right on schedule for Pentecost ...

peonies (in German "Pfingstrosen" 
/ Pentecost roses) bloomed.

Same with roses, ...

Solomon's seal, bluebells ...

... daylilies, and much more ...
as if to soothe me
when I think with anger and contempt
of all those who coldly and calculatingly
walk over hundreds of thousands,
over millions of corpses...

Laughing Lhursday*

Self portrait on fern.

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

Beers & Books (448) – Jaume Cabré: Die Stimmen des Flusses

La voces del Pamano

 
Jaume Cabré * 30 April 1947

On the road

In full bloom.

Cherry blossom

Inmidst all wars

cherry blossoms

are going to tell

life could be much more easy.

Coffee time with Satyajit Ray

Spring is in the air

Satyajit Ray (2 May 1921 – 23 April 1992)

I have seen the future

. . .