Sunday, December 06, 2009
For all ?expref=next-blog visitors
Right you are. Surf on in peace, and may you find more interesting a blog. :)
... Well, and now nothing about Afghanistan, nothing about obvious liars ands shammers; nothing about Blackwater, nothing about idiots who call themselves either left or right; nothing about idiots who call themselves muslims, christians, jews, hindus - ha ha ha ha ha, did I forget any?; nothing about ...
Ah! No child abused. No woman raped. No man raped or raping himself.
No politician, no cleric lying, no scientist cheating ... for whatever reason.
Here's just a simple sunset:
Enjoy. Forget about those who love war; forget about those who just can't afford to watch; forget about those who deep in their heart can't appreciate such trivial things like a sunset. Just forget those you will (probably) never come to know. Enjoy your life!
Isn't it wonderful?! I've found ... nah!! ... taken the leisure to write this; you have taken the time to read this - really??? ha ha ha.
Anyway. May you not get raped. May you have enough to drink and to eat. May no one surpress you.
Don't worry. Be happy.
The peace of the night.
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Frying the shammers
For those few who would not know Stephen Fry.
And here his blog which is - although not listed among them :) - seldom boring.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Essay on the universal validity of tolerance
About democracy and tolerance
as long as they are not in the majority.
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Orkney's Italian Chapel
Imagine you had been one of 550 Italians captured in North Africa and in 1942 being brought to the Orkney Islands, being forced to construct causeways to block German U-Boots from accessing Scapa Flow.
The name those four causeways got, by the way:
Epilogue:
Why would an agnostic write a post about some Italians who a) were so stupid to follow a megalomaniac 'duce', b) be so stupid to let capture themselves, and finally c) in their rainy and stormy detention centre would start to build a chapel for someone/something who/that has - so far - not introduced her-/him-/itself as Her/His/Its godish Highness?
Answers:
1. (the ironic one) Just because it's a sign of hope. After all, out of approximately 500 prisoners of war only 24 were such silly full stop
2. (the first of two serious ones, and I do cut it but short): It's just amazing! Just amazing.
Finally, two questions:
Would Major T. P. Buckland have allowed to build a mosque?
Would a Muslim-Major (have) allow(ed) his Christian prisoners to build a chapel?
And a last thought for tonight; a thought that is ... yes! ... permanent part of Omnium: We all (!) could (!) know from history how ... have no adjective here ... war is. And still ... and still ... there has not yet been the one generation who was willing and able to immunise their children against those roothless and greedy few (!) who'd do their best to instigate envy and hate and ... wars.
And therefore:
Past is. Is presence. Impossible to let bygones be bygones or even forget about. It’s there. Is presence. And maybe herein lies the reason that we remain unable to learn from the past.
Up til infinity?
For how many years, decades ... millennia the majority will keep silence?
Friday, November 27, 2009
Chapeau, Monsieur Aznavour
Apart from that I shall prefer listening to his old chansons: What an artist; the more when comparing him to the many tiny squallers who think they were stars, not knowing they are at least 86 per cent bicycle*.
* Those few - although it is most unlikely they exist - who would not understand what I am refering to, as they happen to not being in possession of the master's complete œvre: Saddle your ponies, folks, and hurry up. The friendly, most well-educated and -sorted bookseller just round the corner will be happy to fill the gaps of your education and in your bookshelf.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Turning fools in Love
Thus on her 70th birthday:
Trashed - or: A circle of life
Why would a notorious lazy man feel such a joy in his heart watching a phenomenon that entails work?
Trashed
When I fell to the ground
you walked all over me
even though I shaded you…
was it just yesterday?
Now you are going to rake me,
toss me in a bag
as if I'm some kind of monster
you need to eject.
Why don't you leave me be;
by springtime you will
never even know I was here .
What Lady Janice puts in poetry, Andrew Scott puts prosaic: [...] some people not too far away from me seem to regard every fallen leaf as a disgraceful piece of filth, to be tidied away as soon as possible. They are out every morning, frantically scooping up all the leaves and casting disapproving glances at the coppery golden carpet adorning my lawn.
And right both they are. Some people would overdo, acting like maniacs for housework or, in this case, maniacs for raking leaves.
Well, I am raking leaves, too ... and give them another job:
Seanhenge's chief-protectors of shrubs, trees, roses etc.; and after they have done a great job during winter, they get their deserved long rest, long enough to convert into young, strong and fresh humus.
And thus the cycle of life goes on ...
Saturday, November 21, 2009
The day after
Dames en heren,
Bayanlar, Baylar,
Signoras e Signori,
Señoras y Señores,
Mesdames et Messieurs,
Friends,
Once again, just in case anyone's conCERNed and fearing - or exulting - I might have been swallowed by a Black Hole.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
soliloquy, blooming A ... or so
Apples. Lots of apples. In front of the pub. Public tree. No one cares. No one is hungry. Otherwise ... Tomorrow morning I shall go and pick them. Up. Winter's coming. Hm? The blackbirds love apples. In winter, anyway. Lovely to watch them. Creatures. Hungry. In Seanhenge they will find food. Always. Ah! Watching them in the morning. While smoking a first cigarette on balcony. Phewwwwwwww! Smoking? Yep. Gosh, in the last moment. One ought always to have Mr Joyce's heirs in one's mind. Not to forget my former finance minister who when in 2003 once again raising the tobacco tax let me know that the more I smoke the more I support the 'war on terror', while the health minister ... Fucking hypocrites!! Sorry about this tiny aprosdoketon. There is something rotten ... not only ... in the state of ... Israel. I mean not only Joyce's heirs one ought to have in one's mind, but the peace-loving people of Israel, too. This sounds kafkaesque? Well, si. Mr Kafka(´s work) is national heritage, isn't he? National heritage? Well, at least heritage of the state of Israel, hm? After all, Kafka died only 24 years before Ben Gurion proclaimed a state of Israel. Shshhhhhh! A German ought not to write such naughty things. That's anti-semitism. Each Arab, Maltese etc. will get infuriated. Won't he? Not to speak of her. And what did the friendly looking elderly Turk in Bremen say three or four years ago when being asked about a most suprising campaign, in which the Turkish tabloid Hurriyet tried to elucidate that women are human beings, too, and that it's not nice to beat one's wife, at least not on a daily basis? "A man who does not beat his wife is not a man."
Ah, nuff written. What one cometh to think of within but a few minutes! Time to fall into the feathers, put my head on the pillow and have a dream: All semites and other machos with immediate effect do veil their faces up til infinity ... yes ... and walk four steps behind their wives ... yes ... when lugging the shopping bags. Yes.
The peace of the night.