Beers & Books CXLIX – Antonio Skármeta

Poetry belongs to those who use it,
not those who write it!

Antonio Skármeta * 7 November 1940

Beers & Books CXLVIII – Albert Camus

Life is meaningless,
but worth living,
provided you recognize it's meaningless.

Albert Camus (7 November 1913 – 4 January 1960)

Beers & Books CXLVII – Robert Musil

... there is a particular propensity
in the world for people,
wherever they appear in great numbers,
to permit themselves collectively everything
that would be forbidden them individually.

Robert Musil (6 November 1880 – 15 April 1942)

The Man Without Qualities

Friday is Skyday

Remember, remember ...

 

Laughing Lhursday*

Rocket drive,
computer,
indicator flowers.

Prognosis:
As soon as all police cars will look like this prototype
there will be no crime on this planet.

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

In the Fog*

Strange, to wander in the fog!
Alone each bush and stone,
No tree does see the other,
Each is alone.

[...]

Strange, to wander in the fog!
Life is loneliness.
No man knows the other,
Each is alone.

 Hermann Hesse, November 1905

* For a change, but the first and fourth stanza, translated by me.

Heron

On top of the mighty fir
Standing sentinel
over Seanhenge

Beers & Books CXLVI – Stephen Crane

A serious prophet
upon predicting a flood
should be the first man to climb a tree.
This would demonstrate that he was indeed a seer.

Stephen Crane (November 1, 1871 – June 5, 1900)

Erasme de Rotterdam

 

"Nowadays the rage for possession has got to such a pitch that there is nothing in the realm of nature, whether sacred or profane, out of which profit cannot be squeezed."

Erasmus of Rotterdam (28 October 1469 – 12 July 1536) 

Jordi Savall * 1 August 1941

Beers & Books CXLV – Dylan Thomas

"Join the army and see the next world."

Dylan Thomas (27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953)

Saturday Night Music – Patricia Janečková

Patricia Janečková * 18 June 1998

Jacques Offenbach (20 June 1819 – 5 October 1880)

The Tales of Hoffmann

Friday is Skyday

...

 

Reading tears in my eyes

 "If I go into the forest and meet a man with a thin jumper who has been walking around there for three days and screams out of fear when he sees me and I say he is safe with me and then he hugs me and cries for 20 minutes, I have never experienced anything like that."