Laughing Lhursday*

Find the fault

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Flann fooled you all

I'll not tell which pseudonym he does currently prefer, but I may again say those few people still taking for granted Flann O'Brien died April 1st 1966, can look back on a remarkable long career as April fools.

Fact is, furthermore, that only last midnight Flanny, Tetrapilotomos and I as well as a certain chap who asked to remain incognito met in, at and around Seanhenge, having some pints of plain and, of course, at one stage of our vivid conversation Flann would raise his voice and not only enjoy our ears, hearts and grey cells but animate the rami zygomatici and rami buccales of nervus facialis to massively innervate our musculi risorii by declaiming following legendary dialogue:

The Plain People of Ireland: Isn't the German very like the Irish? Very guttural and so on?

Myself: Yes.

The Plain People of Ireland: People say that the German language and the Irish language is very guttural tongues.

Myself: Yes.

The Plain People of Ireland: The sounds is all guttural do you understand.

Myself. Yes.

The Plain People of Ireland: Very guttural languages the pair of them the Gaelic and the German.

* * *

And now - although it is most unlikely they exist - to all those who 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.

Rebus for Breakfast

Desayuno con Rankin and Rebus.

One year later

The longer I lived in Spain,
the less photos I took.
I felt at home.

One year later
I am glad I took at least these
on "my" terrace.

Welcome in summer time

Saturday Night Music – Léo Ferré

Léo Ferré (14 August 1916 – 14 July 1993)

Laughing Lhursday* – Deadly serious

How serious is it, really ... ?
Deadly serious

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Spring

Last March...

the view ...

on the way to "my" pool.

This March my view ...

... in Seanhenge.

Tango Tuesday – Kiss of Fire

Hugh Laurie *11 June 1959

Gaby Moreno *16 December 1981

Today seven years ago

At 11:44 a.m. seven years ago he posted A young dancer. Hours later Shaun Downey alias Jams O'Donnell died, seven days before his 50th birthday.
I miss him.

Saturday Night Music – Il n'y a plus rien

Léo Ferré (24 August 1916 – 14 July 1993)

Hölderlin Looking Outward

Looking outward
The open day is bright with pictures for everyone,

when green fields appear on the distant plain,

before the light of evening yields to twilight,
and reflections of light alleviate the noise of the day.
The inner being of the world often appears clouded
and hidden, and people's minds are full of doubts
and irritation, but splendid nature cheers up their days,
and doubt's dark questions stay distant.

Friedrich Hölderlin (20 March 1770 – 17 June 1843)

Aussicht

Der offne Tag ist Menschen hell mit Bildern,
Wenn sich das Grün aus ebner Ferne zeiget,
Noch eh des Abends Licht zur Dämmerung sich neiget,
Und Schimmer sanft den Klang des Tages mildern.
Oft scheint die Innerheit der Welt umwölkt, verschlossen,
Des Menschen Sinn von Zweifeln voll, verdrossen,
Die prächtige Natur erheitert seine Tage
Und ferne steht des Zweifels dunkle Frage.

24. März 1671

Mit Untertänigkeit

Scardanelli.

Friday is Skyday

Cuando sale la luna
se pierden las campanas
y aparecen las sendas
impenetrables.*

From Federico García Lorca's Canciones de luna