Saturday, January 16, 2016

Friday, January 15, 2016

My silent Friday

Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967)


My silent Friday,
My deserted Friday,
My Friday: sad, like old abandoned lanes.

My Friday:
The cold day of ailing, idle thoughts,
Moist day of long, evil bore,
loaded with grief,
grief for my faith, for my hope,
Oh, my Friday, this renouncing day
Oh, this empty room,
Oh, this gloomy house…


These isolating walls from attacks of youth,
These collapsing roofs on my slight daydream of light,
In this place of lone, reflection and doubt,
In this space of shade, text, image and sign.

My life, like a mysterious river,
streamed into those silent, deserted days,
so calmly with a lot of pride.

My life, like a mysterious river,
Streamed into those empty, gloomy rooms,
so calmly with a lot of pride.



Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani From the website Forough Farrokhzad The Sad Little Fairy

Sea of Stories

Haroun and the Sea of Stories

Salman Rushdie

Numero Zero

Good read.

Umberto Eco

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Chris' Pie

Why wait till Easter?
'Incredible' recipe
is to be found here.

Friday, January 08, 2016

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?


Friday, January 01, 2016

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!