Beers & Books CLXIV – One Thousand and One Nights

One Thousand and One Nights

Ending

From the very beginning of this blog I was not keen to make many "friends".
The more thankful I am that I "found" a few.
When Jams who died eight years ago, aged 54, I thought I can't give up blogging because of Claude; when Claude died this year, aged 92, I thought, ...

... but now it happened.

There is an Ending

Andrew aka "my" Don QuiScottie has announced it.

Thus, time for "his" Seanso (Panza)  to follow.

Not as rigorously, though, as there are quite a few authors and their books scheduled; and now and then I might answer comments in case there are some.

As a man and a donkey do know more than a man, to completely delete Omnium is not planned, so far, either.

May most of the time be happiness upon you.

Sean

On John McGahern

John McGahern (12 November 1934 – 30 March 2006)

A Conversation with John McGahern

John Mc Gahern (12 November 1834 – 30 March 2006)

Beers & Books CLXIII – John McGahern

The best of life is life lived quietly,
where nothing happens
but our calm journey through the day,
where change is imperceptible
and the precious life is everything.

 John McGahern (12 November 1934 – 30 March 2006)

Beers & Books CLXII – Rodin

 

He who is discouraged after a failure
is not a real artist.

Auguste Rodin (12 November 1840 – 17 November 1917)

Beers & Books CLXI– Luigi Malerba

Scrivo per sapere che cosa penso.

Luigi Malerba (11 November 1927 – 8 May 2008)

Beers & Books CLX – Ivan Turgenev

In the end, nature is inexorable:
it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later,
it takes what belongs to it.
Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws,
it doesn't know art,
just as it doesn't know freedom,
just as it doesn't know goodness.

Ivan Turgenev (9 November 1818 – 3 September 1883)

Monochrome Monday

Reflections

 

Beers & Books CXLIX – Antonio Skármeta

Poetry belongs to those who use it,
not those who write it!

Antonio Skármeta * 7 November 1940

Beers & Books CXLVIII – Albert Camus

Life is meaningless,
but worth living,
provided you recognize it's meaningless.

Albert Camus (7 November 1913 – 4 January 1960)

Beers & Books CXLVII – Robert Musil

... there is a particular propensity
in the world for people,
wherever they appear in great numbers,
to permit themselves collectively everything
that would be forbidden them individually.

Robert Musil (6 November 1880 – 15 April 1942)

The Man Without Qualities

Friday is Skyday

Remember, remember ...