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Typo in the title?Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Laughing Lhursday*
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Friday, January 22, 2016
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Laughing Lhursday*
Dog poo DNA test launches in Barking . . .
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Typo in the title?Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
From Moscow with Love
Youth is such wonderful a thing.
Isn't it a shame it's wasted on children?
Or why would I have made a clipping of this pic in the early 90s?
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Friday, January 15, 2016
My silent Friday
Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967)
My silent Friday,My deserted Friday,My Friday: sad, like old abandoned lanes.My Friday:The cold day of ailing, idle thoughts,Moist day of long, evil bore,loaded with grief,grief for my faith, for my hope,Oh, my Friday, this renouncing day…Oh, this empty room,Oh, this gloomy house…These isolating walls from attacks of youth,These collapsing roofs on my slight daydream of light,In this place of lone, reflection and doubt,In this space of shade, text, image and sign.My life, like a mysterious river,streamed into those silent, deserted days,so calmly with a lot of pride.My life, like a mysterious river,Streamed into those empty, gloomy rooms,so calmly with a lot of pride.
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani From the website Forough Farrokhzad The Sad Little Fairy
Thursday, January 14, 2016
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