Friday, November 13, 2009
Still no divorce filed
Well, first of all: It's Friday the 13th of November 2009, thus exactly 209 years and eight months after their wedding, and still the great grandparents of my grandfather have not filed for divorce.
See? There does really exist no reason for paraskavedekatriaphobia, at all!
Secondly: I wanted to spend the weekend in
Mrs. J. would rather have picknicked on top of
Compromise: We shall spend the weekend in and around
Alright, perhaps the name is a bit short. I shall ponder ...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The advantage of billionfold gay marriages
Well, what about looking on the bright side?
Two generations of billionfold gay marriages,
and the problem of overpopulation will be solved.
On celebrating remembrance
I do it my way.
Controversial opinions ought not to be islands, hm? :)
To make it easy, though, in times of organised stupidity, when victims of a psychotic alienist (sic!) are getting praised as heroes*, just two links to posts about the matter.
Herewith I declare the bazaar - err - the discussion open.
Help yourself.
The red poppy signifies the yearly charade of concern for the UK's war dead and wounded is upon us.
At the going down of the sun ...
and in the morning, we will remember them.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sláinte, Sire Schiller!
Geben Sie Gedankenfreiheit!To put it straight: In case I were an autograph collector, I'd give 100 Grass' and Goethes for one Schiller.
Give freedom of thought! *
Friedrich von Schiller , November 10th, 1759 - May 9th, 1805
The word "Sire"?
Hm, let's look at Don Carlos, 3,10 on page 176 of Volume one of the complete edition from 1886, published by A. Warschauer Verlag, Berlin.
It's obviously neither Geben Sie Gedankenfreiheit, Sire! nor Sire, geben Sie Gedankenfreiheit!.
Why would most quotation collections then offer Sire, give freedom of thought! ?
Let's look a bit closer.
1. in the same line: Sich ihm zu Füßen werfend = Throwing himself at his feet
2. König / King (überrascht, etc = surprised, etc.)
Is it possible that some translator(s) in later (erroneously) added König / Sire to Marquis Posa's speech, and thus it became Sire, give freedom of thought?
Well, anyway, Friedrich, both we shall be able to live with this, shan't we? :)
In this sense [raising my tin chalice from 1905]: Sláinte, Sire!
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Summer leaves
Some might say: Bravo Sean, who would have thought that when winter is in the air summer leaves?
Well ... :) ... this does not lack of logic.
Friday, November 06, 2009
In the Fog
Im NebelSeltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein,
Kein Baum sieht den andern,
Jeder ist allein.Voll von Freunden war mir die Welt,
Als noch mein Leben licht war;
Nun, da der Nebel fällt,
Ist keiner mehr sichtbar.Wahrlich, keiner ist weise,
Der nicht das Dunkel kennt,
Das unentrinnbar und leise
Von allen ihn trennt.Seltsam, Im Nebel zu wandern!
Leben ist Einsamsein.
Kein Mensch kennt den andern,
Jeder ist allein.Hermann Hesse, November 1905
And here - fully aware that here and there it will sound strange - perhaps even foggy :) - to some native speakers - a humble attempt to translate as literally as possible.
Suggestions for improvement are, nevertheless, welcome.
In the Fog
Strange, to wander in the fog!
Alone each bush and stone,
No tree does see the other,
Each is alone.Full of friends was my world
When still my life was light;
Now the fog descends
None is to be seen.Verily, no one is wise
Who does not know the dark
Which inescapably and quietly
From everyone him separates.Strange, to wander in the fog!
Life is loneliness.
No man knows the other,
Each is alone.
As for some crossroads
Well, actually I had just been after - sic! :) re-reading it only a couple of weeks before, which was the more interesting, as the reader had the advantage to know more about the past 13 years than the contributors while writing their essays.
John Hume, f.e., could not know that in 13 years time there'd be a heated discussion whether a majority of the Irish in the(ir) second referendum about the so-called Lisbon-Treaty within one year should vote "Yes" or once again "No".
Still, his essay Everything is Political in a divided Society could easily be written in September 2009.
Judge yourself.
Here's a short excerpt taken from “Arguing at the Crossroads – Essays on a changing Ireland”, 1997, pp 105/106:
"[...] The renewal of Ireland is scarcely thinkable outside the process of the development of a political and cultural Europe. [...] It (the EU; sj) is the greatest example of conflict resolution in the history of humanity. Nations who for centuries invaded each other, occupied each other’s territories, expelled each other’s peoples and massacred each other, came together freely to bury their old hatreds. [...] But the fact that these nations have preserved their identities is even more encouraging. It proves that institutions can be created to pursue common objectives without sacrificing Europe’s diversity of culture and traditions.
[...] The more people are given responsibility for their future, the more they show their ability to take such responibility. The more people believe that their political institutions belong to them, the more effective those institutions will be.
[...] Working for a new Ireland in a new Europe [...] It is time to look honestly at the virtues and defects of our society and find new answers capable of preparing us for the challenges which lie ahead. It is time to paint a realistic portrait of society and to abandon the consolation of outmoded imaginary mental pictures. We need the courage to imagine new perspectives which will help us to formulate answers to the questions of social diversity, possible political institutions and the eventual resolution of our conflict."
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Why waiting another thousand years?
Imagine, already those approximately 6.5 billion human beings living today would behave and act accordingly ...
Monday, November 02, 2009
Crescent Nebula
Dedicated to those (earthlings)
who think they were the cream of all universes
and even those not yet discovered.
*
I watch the wor(l)d, he observes the sky.
No personal note
Days I enjoy
Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,
When I have no engagements written on my block,
When no one comes to disturb my inward peace,
When no one comes to take me away from myself
And turn me into a patchwork, a jig-saw puzzle.
A broken mirror that once gave a whole reflection,
Being so contrived that it takes too long a time
To get myself back to myself when they have gone.
The years are to strictly measured, and life too short
For me to afford such bits of myself to my friends.
And what have I to give to my friends in the last resort?
An awkwardness, a shyness, and a scrap,
No thing that's truly me, a bootless waste,
A waste of myself and of them, for my life is mine
And theirs presumably theirs, and cannot touch.
Vita Sackville-West (1892-1962)