Saturday, March 01, 2025

Personal note

As one or two of my friends may have surmised, for one reason and another (at least) currently I feel little or no desire to blog.

I have not cancelled, though, a few scheduled posts.

And I will still be available via e-mail (seanjeating at gmail dot com) ... unless I have moved to my last dwelling six feet under. ;-)

Take good care of yourselves, and be kind to each other.
Sean

Monday, February 24, 2025

Wednesday, February 19, 2025

Tuesday, February 18, 2025

The bad is called good

We live now in an era where normal values have been displaced.
The good is called bad, the bad - good.

Anna Politkovskaya (30 August 1958 – 6 October 2006)

Monday, February 17, 2025

Sunday, February 16, 2025

Dark suspicion

I've got a deep dark suspicion
that pretty soon we should start
looking around for another planet
for ourselves. 

Wolfgang Borchert (20 May 1921 – 20 November 1947)

Thursday, February 13, 2025

Laughing Lhursday*

Hens have two legs
I have two legs.
Ergo, I am a hen.


* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

A process of discovery

As a writer, I write to see.
If I knew how it would end, I wouldn't write.
It's a process of discovery.


John McGahern  (12 November 1934 – 30 March 2006)

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Beers & Books (418) – By the Lake

Oh, a book by John that I don't know yet?
So I asked my bookseller to order it for me in the USA.
A few days later I held ‘By the Lake’ in my hands,
opened it and started reading.
‘The morning was clear. There was no wind on the lake.’
A déjà vu? I know that one, don't I?
And right:
Exactly the beginning of ‘That They May Face The Rising Sun’.
Vintage International had just changed the title.

John McGahern (12 November 1934 – 30 March 2006)