Question answered

It's about apples, stupid.

Laughing Lhursday*

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Mayday

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Nothing to add.

Simultaneous

This tulip and I
enjoying the last sun-beams;
her blossom, my eye.

April 23rd, 2016

On the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare's and Cervantes' death
in Seanhenge the cherry-tree is blooming,
the potatoes have been planted,

a pair of phoenicurus has again chosen the balcony
to bring up their nestlings,
and I do still enjoy being busy
with blogging
as little as possible.

John McGahern

John McGahern

Ach, John!

You need to have a good boring life
in which nothing much happens
except what's going on in your head.

John McGahern
about writing

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It's the two hundred and forty-third birthday
of one of my great-great-great-grandmothers
and one of our granddaughter's 
great-great-great-great-great-grandmothers.

Anyway, it is also about Omnium :)

Erdowie, Erdowo, Erdoğ(w)a(h)n

With English subtitles:



And for Turkish speaking connoisseurs:

Wernher von Braun

Wernher von Braun (March 23, 1912 – June 16, 1977)

Lady Gregory

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Lady Gregory (15 March 1852 – 22 May 1932)

Friday is Skyday

Millions on the run.
There is a lot of hatred.
I wish I could help.

The Chance

Eamon Kelly

On the Road

Leap-Day-World

March I.

Meteorologic spring sprung.

Friday is Skyday

Just a photograph
telling less than fourteen words.
Back to bed I went.

Chimneys

South-West-Wind.

Friday is Skyday

Saturday morning:
Branches are framing the fog.
The rolls are still warm.

Harbinger

A harbinger of spring
[Unfortunately, not also one of peace]

Laughing Lhursday*

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As time goes by

It's the two hundred and ninth birthday
of our granddaughter's 
great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.
 

Sláinte!

Brendan Behan (9 February 1923 – 20 March 1964)

Monochrome Monday

. . .

The better Part of Valour

Watching the wanderer.

On the Road

Winter?

The Cats of Copenhagen

copyright issue
for greedy cats of Dublin.
Fuck the Joyce estate.

James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

Laughing Lhursday*

Two moons.

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Sentinel

Kind of a muse ...

Winterly Cherry Tree

Balcony view

Dreams of Dreams

Sogni di Sogni.

Antonio Tabucchi

Laughing Lhursday*

Dog poo DNA test launches in Barking . . .

 

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From Moscow with Love

Youth is such wonderful a thing. 
Isn't it a shame it's wasted on children?

Or why would I have made a clipping of this pic in the early 90s?

55 Years ago

Children of Gabalawi

Children of our Alley

Naguib Mahfouz (December 11, 1911 – August 30, 2006)

Snow – now and then

Today's snow's nothing
compared to many winters
many years ago.

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

Chris' Pie

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

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!