On the Road

Rain, rain, rain . . .

Die Tutoren

It's not been translated into English yet,
and perhaps will never be.
Its author has not even an English wiki-entry, yet.
It would be an intellectual challenge, you see.

Bora Ċosiċ

Surpr_eye_se

Resisting the frost
some hollyhocks of Seanhenge
blooming in winter

Even in January

Ich frag' mich,
was soll das bedeuten?

In the afternoon ...

. . . of New Year's Eve.

Seven in One

Chronicles of Narnia

C.S. Lewis

The Wind in the Willows

The Wind in the Willows

Kenneth Grahame

Harry Rowohlt

E. H. Shepard

Migrants

Migrants without passports
violating the borders
of Schengen area.

In Andrew's Head

In Andrews Head is
a fine way to start a year
and some new projects

A New York Times review of Andrew's Brain

E. L. Doctorow (January 6, 1931 – July 21, 2015)

Happy New Year!

7,391,864,373 of us at 19:35, and thus 73,280 more than at 11:51.

Prost Neujahr!

Same Procedure as Every Year

Sieh da, sieh da!

This morning at nine
hundreds of cranes passed Seanhenge.
Winter's coming. Late.

To my Sister

To my sister

Sister, rise up after your freedom,
why are you quiet?
rise up because henceforth
you have to imbibe the blood of tyrannical men.

Seek your rights, Sister,
from those who keep you weak,
from those whose myriad tricks and schemes
keep you seated in a corner of the house.

How long will you be the object of pleasure
In the harem of men's lust?
how long will you bow your proud head at his feet
like a benighted servant?

How long for the sake of a morsel of bread,
will you keep becoming an aged haji's temporary wife,
seeing second and third rival wives.
oppression and cruelty, my sister, for how long?

This angry moan of yours
must surly become a clamorous scream.
you must tear apart this heavy bond
so that your life might be free.

Rise up and uproot the roots of oppression.
give comfort to your bleeding heart.
for the sake of your freedom, strive
to change the law, rise up.
Forough Farrokhzad 29.12.1934 - 13.02.1967