A cloudy torso, ancient beauty, fuzzy-head. Ephemeral face. |
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Hundertster Geburtstag
Hardly could believe when checking my archive. Almost seven years have past since I posted this.
Today George Tabori would become 100 years old. And certainly this birthday would be as beautifully celebrated as his 90th, with an homage of which I share the 12th and last part with you.
Voilà.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Monday, May 19, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Friday, May 09, 2014
Friday, May 02, 2014
Got it, GOOGLE!
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In other words:
By being lazy and thus still using your services I do help you . . .
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It's not about 'organised stupidity', but about organising stupidity.
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In other words:
By being lazy and thus still using your services I do help you . . .
Oh, wrong label.
It's not about 'organised stupidity', but about organising stupidity.
Thursday, May 01, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Rather be it Shakespeare*
the 398nd anniversary of either his death
and the death of Cervantes
just to wish a very special literary evening.
It's also the (International) Day of the book?
Well, yes. But isn't every day a day of the book?
Comparing the results of my recent attempts to write some sonnets myself with what I am rereading these days, I came to the conclusion, in order not to put anyone off the realm of poetry, to post rather one from the Master of Avondale.
Alack what poverty my muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument all bare is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside.
O blame me not if I no more can write!
Look in your glass and there appears a face,
That over-goes my blunt invention quite,
Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinful then striving to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
For to no other my verses tend,
Than of your graces and your gifts to tell.
And more, much more than in my verse can sit,
Your own glass shows you, when you look in it.
* Blessed be your good memory. Well, indeed, knowing I would be fighting with a deadline, I went back to April 23rd, 2009, copied and pasted, updated the years, and voilà.
After all, it's no dissertation.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Last Yoik in Saami Forests?
"When the thief is strong enough, he can make it look right."
[Heikii Hyvärinen, lawyer, Sami Parliament]
A video documentary for the UN, produced by the Saami Council.
Sami People
[Heikii Hyvärinen, lawyer, Sami Parliament]
A video documentary for the UN, produced by the Saami Council.
Sami People
Hear Hear
Gula gula
nieida
gánda
Gula máttut dál du èurvot
Manin attát eatnama duolvat
mirkkoduvvot
guoriduvvot
Gula jiena
nieida
gánda
Gula máttaráhkuid jiena
Eana lea min buohkaid eadni
dan jos goddit ieza jápmit
Leatgo diktán ieèèat báinnot
Leatgo iešge mielde gilvvus
Gula máttut dál dus jerret
Itgo don muitte gos don vulget
Dus leat oappát
Dus leat vieljat
Lulli - ameriihka arvevuvddiin
Ruonaeatnama geadgerittuin
Itgo don muitte gos don vulget
Gula gula
nieida
gánda
Gula máttut dál du èurvot
Manin attát eatnama duolvat
mirkkoduvvot
guoriduvvot
Gula jiena
nieida
gánda
Gula máttaráhkuid jiena
Eana lea min buohkaid eadni
Dan jos goddit ieza jápmit
Composed by Mari Boine
Translation:
Hear the voices of the foremothers
Hear
They ask you why you let the earth become polluted
Poisoned
Exhausted
They remind you where you come from
Do you hear?
Again they want to remind you
That the earth is our mother
If we take her life
We die with her.
Mari Boine
Lady's Smock
My annual reward for not mowing too soon. |
Labels:
cuckoo flower,
flowers,
lady's smock,
Seanhenge,
Wiesenschaumkraut
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Kick-off 3p.m.
Believe it or not, Her Royal Highness portrayed as a Page Three Girl; |
Neither in The Sun, nor the Daily Mirror. though. Cost me two shillings. |
Official Programme: Legendary Cup Final. Found in my archive. |
Liekkas
Warm
Beneath a starlit sky
I make traces
As signs of the northern light
dance above
In the care of silence
my breathing echoes
Something whispers to me
that you are on your way
Hold my hand
Stroke my cheek
Whisper beautiful words
Comfort me tenderly
Please, be warm so I woun't freeze
Give me also a yoik...
Jorgalan / translated by: Marja Skum
Brita Maret Sofia Jannok
Warm
Under a blanket of stars
I'm leaving traces
as signs from the northern lights
flicker in the sky
In the care of silence
my breaths resonate
Something whispers
that you are on your way
Hold my hand
Stroke my cheek
Whisper beautiful words
Soothe me softly
Be warm
so I'm not cold
Give me a yoik...
Read more at http://www.lyrics.com/liekkas-warm-lyrics-sofia-jannok.html#6G5ZOAScf4Tw4fD4.99
Friday, April 11, 2014
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