Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Monday, December 14, 2020
Sunday, December 13, 2020
Mail on Sunday
Today it's to be read on the frontpage of an English newspaper that Merkel wants Britain to crawl across broken glass.
Cited is an unspecified source as saying that the German chancellor was determined to see Britain suffer rather than reach a compromise on the sticking points of future government aid and fishing.
And who would not immediately and wholeheartedly believe?! After all it is coming from excellently educated journalists whose living is clean, whose manners are impeccable and who would never lie.
The more surprised I got, when my always trustworthy and absolutely reliable source let me know that she had heard by someone who knows the cousin of the doctor who had once got the opportunity to look in said journalist's brain, that instead of grey matter the one who had written the above has brown matter in his head.
Before I could ask for more details my always best-informed source went on:
"There is no need to worry for the average English(wo)man who does not only want her respectively his money but also her respectively his sovereignty back.
Alternative fact is that each week 350 million quid will be pumped into the NHS, farmers will become rich, and the blessed English sovereigns will not be able to eat all the fish brave English fisherman will bring back from sea, escorted and protected against all the evil fishermen from abroad."
I hardly could believe my ears.
Finally my extraordinary credible source quoted Heinrich Heine on his 223rd birthday:
"I have never seen an ass who wrote like a human being, but I have met many human beings who wrote like asses."
P.S. On request of A.Brit, readers may in their grey (sic!) matter replace England and English with GREAT Britain and British, because, of course, the people in Northern Ireland, in Scotland and Wales are blessed GREAT British sovereigns, too, and thus also will enjoy all the most wonderful fruits of what is their majority's will.
Beers & Books XXXVIII
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| "Where one burns books one ultimately burns people." - Almansor, 1832 - |
Heinrich Heine (13. December 1797 – 17 February 1856)
Saturday, December 12, 2020
Thursday, December 10, 2020
The Noble Handke, Karadžić and the Leuchter Report
Reading what I posted last year on December 10th, I thought it's worth to get re-posted.
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How cometh, tonight I remember an episode of October 10th? Anyway, I do, as well as I know one ought not to disturb my friend while he is busy with proof-reading his 1669 pages short opus magnum "Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell".
I, entering his sanctuary.
He, without looking up: You would not dare to ask for my opinion about the Nobel Comitee's decision?
– Now you ask.
– Inconsequent.
– Inconsequent?
– Quite. Consequent would have been, had they split the Prize: 430,000 Euro for Handke, and 430,000 for the great poet Radovan Karadžić.
– You are kidding, Tetrapilotomos. Don't like Peter Handke, eh?
– An overrated egomaniac.
– It's easy to criticise. Did you read anything of him, perhaps, The Goalie's Anxiety at the Penalty Kick?
- This and enough to see that, from the beginning, when Offending the Audience, he was an overrated bore. And now he's but an old fart.
- He will be able to live with that.
- Unfortunately, yes.
– May I ask if you read A Journey to the Rivers: Justice for Serbia?
– You may.
– And? Did you?
– Yes. 1996. In the Süddeutsche Zeitung. In the same year I also read "The Poet's Anxiety at the Reality"*, in which 16 journalists and authors had answered to the Handke Report, amongst them Marcel Ophuls, Dževad Karahasan, Bora Ćosić and Günter Kunert.
– Handke Report?
– Yes, Would have been the right title for what obviously is his opus magnum; showing his character in a nutshell.
– You would not mean, Handke Report analogue to a certain Leuchter Report, would you?
– Now you surprise me, Sean.
– You mean, he made his winterly journey allegedly to prove Serbian atrocities only to find out: Fake news?
– Well, fake news make presidents. Why not Nobel Prize Winners? In other words: Why should very young external advisors of the Nobel-Prize-Comitee be not as stupid as simple voters?
– Is it as simple as that?
– Well, perhaps one day they find time to read "The Little Red Chairs" and come to the conclusion that, amongst a few others, Edna O'Brien would have been the better choice.
* Die Angst des Dichters vor der Wirklichkeit, © Steidl Verlag, 1996
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How cometh, tonight I remember an episode of October 10th? Anyway, I do, as well as I know one ought not to disturb my friend while he is busy with proof-reading his 1669 pages short opus magnum "Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell".
I, entering his sanctuary.
He, without looking up: You would not dare to ask for my opinion about the Nobel Comitee's decision?
– Now you ask.
– Inconsequent.
– Inconsequent?
– Quite. Consequent would have been, had they split the Prize: 430,000 Euro for Handke, and 430,000 for the great poet Radovan Karadžić.
– You are kidding, Tetrapilotomos. Don't like Peter Handke, eh?
– An overrated egomaniac.
– It's easy to criticise. Did you read anything of him, perhaps, The Goalie's Anxiety at the Penalty Kick?
- This and enough to see that, from the beginning, when Offending the Audience, he was an overrated bore. And now he's but an old fart.
- He will be able to live with that.
- Unfortunately, yes.
– May I ask if you read A Journey to the Rivers: Justice for Serbia?
– You may.
– And? Did you?
– Yes. 1996. In the Süddeutsche Zeitung. In the same year I also read "The Poet's Anxiety at the Reality"*, in which 16 journalists and authors had answered to the Handke Report, amongst them Marcel Ophuls, Dževad Karahasan, Bora Ćosić and Günter Kunert.
– Handke Report?
– Yes, Would have been the right title for what obviously is his opus magnum; showing his character in a nutshell.
– You would not mean, Handke Report analogue to a certain Leuchter Report, would you?
– Now you surprise me, Sean.
– You mean, he made his winterly journey allegedly to prove Serbian atrocities only to find out: Fake news?
– Well, fake news make presidents. Why not Nobel Prize Winners? In other words: Why should very young external advisors of the Nobel-Prize-Comitee be not as stupid as simple voters?
– Is it as simple as that?
– Well, perhaps one day they find time to read "The Little Red Chairs" and come to the conclusion that, amongst a few others, Edna O'Brien would have been the better choice.
* Die Angst des Dichters vor der Wirklichkeit, © Steidl Verlag, 1996
Wednesday, December 09, 2020
Tuesday, December 08, 2020
Monday, December 07, 2020
Sunday, December 06, 2020
Beers&Books XXXV
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| Thanks, Saint Nicholas! This morning in my boots I found exactly the six books I had asked for. Plus: A bottle of Talisker. I almost fainted: of joy and disappointment. Had not my third wish been to find the author in my boot so that, after all, we could share the bottle?! Oh well, to prove my good will I shall drink each second wee dram on his behalf. Sláinte, Andrew! P.S. In a little note I just discovered where usually my toes are to be found, St. Nicholas let me know that it would have been his pleasure to present me with the author, "but your boots are to small". |
Saturday, December 05, 2020
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