Deleyed

Sometimes I don't mind
being soon forced to sit down.
Ah! All this beauty.

Friday is Skyday

Three crows.

Laughing Lhursday*

Hey! I am not fed up.

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Honey, honey

Deliciously sweet
the hollyhocks of Seanhenge.
Oh, and the honey!

Monochrome Monday

In the apple tree's shadow.

Sunday's Pleasures

. . .

quaquaquaqua – time will tell

Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations)

Barry McGovern     (Vladimir),
Johnny Murphy       (Estragon),
Alan Stanford          (Pozzo),
Stephen Brennan     (Lucky), 

Friday is Skyday

20:13

20:15

20:21

Rah Rah

Raven
Raven Ale
Orkney.

40% vol. / 700 ml

Mind you, not for me.
Just a gift for son-in-law.
I prefer uisge beatha.

Visiting a Foxglove

...

August beginning

On an August day
I felt I had found some peace.
Agnostic's pleasure.

Cihan's a clever horse

His name could well be

Josef Adolf Erdoğan.

Cihan* knew before.

* Cihan means World / Welt / mondo, mundo

Forgotten?

Natalya Estemirova
(28 February 1958 – 15 July 2009)

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Some

Some enjoy cabal,
some praise their stupidity,
some can do without.

Longlasting Ephemerality

A balcony view.
Even seven weeks later
I feel that delight.

Occupy Balcony

Five weeks 'allowing'
no breakfast on balcony.
Brave little redstarts.

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Mr. Bloom's tiny Gratification

It's not Joyceday.

Borges & Borges

30 years ago
Jorge Luis Borges died.
His tombstone remains.

The grave of this German namesake
who died five years later,
does not exist anymore.
This Borges was obviously no famous writer.

Jorge Luis Borges (24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986)

Monochrome Monday

In late April
around the old beehouse
blossoms galore

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Precious Life

The life where nothing happens
among the dear familiar things
is for me the most precious life.
...
And all we have
is those precious moments
and the hours and the days.

John McGahern

Worth some thoughts

If a book was well-written it can be obscene,
but it couldn't be immoral,
because if it was immoral,
it couldn't be true.

John Mc Gahern

Transit of a Cat

What's the Transit of Mercury

against the Transit of Momo.

A Fart in the Wind

Nine years of blogging
are like a fart in the wind.
What are four days more?

Question answered

It's about apples, stupid.

Laughing Lhursday*

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Mayday

Add caption.
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

Add caption

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*

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.