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 . . .

Appatreetion

Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspires are.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
shall come against him.

[Macbeth, Act IV, Scene 1 / Third Apparition]

The Bearable Lightness of Being

. . .

When the Heron was gone

My Walden . . . rippled.

Into the Treebyrinth

How optimistic . . .

Treebyrinth

In the Treebyrinth
easy to escape it is,
as Yoda would say.

Cloudigraphy

Cloudigraphy

White Shadows

White shadows

Molecular

Earth loosened by moles:
worth more than a moleskine,
and more than moleskins.

Indulgence in idle daydreaming

Woolgathering

Time to say Goodbye

Happy Christmas (War is over)

War is over now?

... if I want it?!

Well, I want it.

So what?

Ah, same procedure as every year:

A child's born.
Its 'cross': malnutrition.
About 10,000 times a day.
So Merry Christmas then,
and peace on Earth.
And after the mass
enjoy the masses on your table.
Sumptuous meals, a Lucullan feast.
After all, (billions of) individuals can't change the world,
can they?
May the Lord care for the poor souls, eh?
Fucking hypocrites!

 

Those who feel offended are meant.

 

Friday is Skyday

Dreams . . .