Thursday, May 13, 2010

I've been reading a lot

Much reading has brought upon us a learned barbarism.
Lichtenberg (1742-1799)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Phew! And nowadays?

Nowadays three witty turns of phrase and a lie
make a writer.
Lichtenberg (1742-1799)

Monday, May 10, 2010

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Re a knot in my hanky

Well, ...

almost three months ago, during a 'late night session' with
- in alphabetical order, but comme il fault, ladies first -
CherryPie, Claudia and Andrew, I promised CherryPie to make
a knot in my hanky* in order to not forget that she's looking
forward to pictures from the other seasons.

Voilà. And see, CherryPie?
No hanky spoils the view of the scenery.

Instead: two golfers. Joyce'n'Beckett?
Certainly not, as I realised at first sight.
Andrew'n'Calum, then?
Not sure.
None of the gentlemen cursed, sweared,
battered a club on the ground or
hurled it further than the ball.
Who knows, though?
Calum claimed nowadays to be
much much ..... much much fucking calmer!


PS: Claudia, you're not forgotten. My muscles do however need some exercise before being worth to be publicly shown. Therefore I suppose, the ideal moment will be, when the last potato has been digged up. ...

Just repeating yesterday night's comment*

Pyrrhus Cameron will not be able to get Clegg's support, hm?
Clegg would prove to be a turd**, did he support Cameron, hm?
Thus, as it looks like, Labour will have to become a bit liberal.
Whatever that means.
Guid nicht!
And what a disappointment it would mean for all those who call themselves Libertarians.

Anyway, this might cause trouble:
A statement said: "It is a cause for serious concern that many people who wanted to vote today were unable*** to do so by 2200 when polls closed."
And right so!
What a bunch of dilettantish bureaucrats!
Good night, Great Britain. And good luck!

* (hopefully) without typos this time.

** sorry. Certainly I had not written this baaahd word, had not been coming to my mind what once in the past millennium I saw on a wall in Derry's Bogside: "Thatcher lured Hurd to be a turd."
Obviously I am getting old, hm? My long-term memory works so fine.

*** many people were unable to vote?! Rather they were enabled not to vote, hm? Ah, language is interesting; and sometimes reveals a lot.

Mind you, I have no clue of politics.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Zwei Pfennige worth(less)

When in the Course of human Events, it becomes necessary for one People to dissolve the Political Bands which have connected them with an antiquated Constitution, an unfair electoral system based on a duopoly of greed and unbalanced outcomes for the subjects (called citizens elsewhere) … they should vote for change.

By pinching shamelessly above's quote I am adding meine zwei Pfennige to Mr. Grahn's two cents on today's general election in the UK.

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Heaven - that was easy!

Of all the inventions of man I doubt
whether any was more easily accomplished
than that of a Heaven.

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742-1799)

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

One for both the naive and the liar

There are people who believe
everything is sane and sensible
that is done with a solemn face.

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742-1799)

Monday, May 03, 2010

Instead of a rant

about ...
[take your choice; you can hardly be wrong]

here's a glimpse of what pleases my eyes,
whenever on my walks I am reaching this spot.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

He who stubbed virgin soil ...

... and planted a blue flower.

Born May 2nd, 1772 as Georg Philipp Friedrich von Hardenberg in Oberwiederstedt Manor / Harz mountains, when choosing his pseudonym he probably bethought himself of the name his ancestors in Großenrode had kept until the sons of Bernhard de Novalis decided to take Hardenberg as their family name. And 'stubbing virgin soil' (which is the meaning of Novalis) he intended to do, this Novalis who when in May 1789 meeting Gottfried August Bürger, felt taken with this ardent advocate of a folksy poetry, but distanced himself, after he had met the Bürger-critical Friedrich von Schiller.
'Everything must be poetic', henceforth is his maxim. Less romantic contemporaries shrug off his work as fustian, others (glorifying him) explain his desire for death (Hymns to the Night) with his not getting over the death of his great love (Sophie von Kühn); but Novalis arguably did more than inventing the symbol of romanticism – the Blue Flower dreamt up by the protagonist in his fragmental novel Heinrich von Ofterdingen:
Studies of law and mining, arts, science, love: the 'dreamer' , who in view of an accelerating celerity commended his contemporaries to exercise slowness, was eager for knowledge, was concerned about many things. Often disputed. Self-critical, too. And he is not given as much time as Goethe. Death comes quickly. March 25th, 1801 Novalis dies, not even 29 years old. Probably he got infected, while tending his from phtisis suffering friend Friedrich.

What remains from Novalis? Much more than Pollen (Blüthenstaub).