Showing posts with label Miscellanies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscellanies. Show all posts

Thursday, February 29, 2024

Saturday, February 24, 2024

Relats conjunts de febrer: Madonna del Magníficat

Sandro Botticelli, 1481, Madonna del Magnificat


I make it short. ;-)

"For the sake of the book. Get the godlike out of my sight!"

Thursday, January 25, 2024

Es wird Nacht, Señorita

 

Udo Jürgens (30 September 1934 – 21 December 2014)

Monday, January 01, 2024

Happy New Year!

May the best in 2023 be the worst in 2024.
After all, it's okay to wish, eh?

Sunday, December 31, 2023

Same procedure as every year

If I've counted correctly, Germans can/could watch Dinner for One (The 90th Birthday) 14 times today on different TV channels, between 9:40 and 23:40, and also nine times in different German dialects, including Schwiizerdütsch.
And this year there is a big show on two channels, celebrating the 60th anniversary of Dinner for One.
Very strange folks, the Germans. Well, judge for yourself.

Tiny tip-off: Be absolutely determined not to laugh.


Dinner for One

Friday, December 01, 2023

Wolfram is back

Just in time for the start of the month, Wichtel Wolfram is back in No. 10.
He would even have moved in a night earlier, but unfortunately, as he wrote, he was unable to install his door, let alone make himself comfortable, as everything was clogged with toys, which he asked to be cleared away by the next evening.
Which of course happened immediately.


And so - "Hooray, hooray!" – Wolfram is back, writes that he is so pleased to be allowed by his boss to spend the pre-Christmas period with the same lovely family as last year, but asks for indulgence that everything still looks very much like a construction site. "I do suddenly feel very exhausted from all the lugging around and have to treat my self to a nap first."
However, he had already unwrapped a small gift – a Christmas calendar to listen to, on which a story is unlocked every day until 24 December.

Wednesday, November 29, 2023

First snow, late cranes

Opening my eyes yesterday morning,
first snow had been falling.

Few hours later I heard them singing.

But why would they fly northwards?!

Monday, October 23, 2023

Enough

The older I get, the less time I have to be diplomatic, which is why I'm not ill-disposed to (at least largely) put an end to blogging at the end of this month.
Time to write! Without scissors in head.
To put it with Seamus Heaney:
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests. ...


Tuesday, October 17, 2023

Reconnaissance flight

On its way to the trout farm ...

Friday, October 13, 2023

Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th started well:
Which ones from my wishlist
might be waiting for me there
so nicely packaged.
Control yourself, Sean.
First of all,
inaugurate the fancy ceramic grater.
Off to the kitchen!

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

Laughing Lhursday*

This is ...

... no fairy tale.

 

* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Tuesday, October 10, 2023

Cat and mouse

Not even in Seanhenge can be overridden
what seems to be natural law.
In this case, a suddenly approaching distraction ensured
that the little mouse escaped with its life.


Wednesday, October 04, 2023

Instead of a rant

A few ...

more dahlias ...

to calm ...

my blood.

Tuesday, October 03, 2023

Monday, October 02, 2023

Chimney

Chimney - well, and a bit of sky.

October

Not only the buzzard flies.
Time as well.
It's October again.

Monday, September 25, 2023

Just a daily phenomenon

The last potatoes digged up, the field rakened and green manure sowed, one morello tree shortened by about two metres, peppermint and sage picked and dried;
... that happened end of August. Ah! And the magic of all those flowers ...

Meanwhile almost four weeks have flown by; since, there has happened quite a lot on this planet quite a few
of which you might even have come to "know" as it has been covered in (y)our media.
One daily news you will neither have read in your daily newspaper nor heard elsewhere, though, as being published / told day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, decade by decade that yesterday approximately 30 / 40,000 children have been dying of starvation would be bloody depressing ... well, at least damn boring, would you agree?

Life is difficult enough to thoroughly enjoy, isn't it? If only I think of that the other day a bit too much sea-salt in the tomato soup spoilt my dinner.

Who in our civilised world would be able to care about how many women have been raped in Congo or elsewhere, while I was kept busy with picking plums, for hours? I mean, it's not my or your business. I can't change anything, can I? And neither can you, hm?

Not that I would not feel pity, whenever I come to think of it for some seconds now and then; but that's life, isn't it?

One is getting raped, a second tortured, a third murdered, while I am busy with watching butterflies and (bumble-)bees enjoying their kind of milk and honey that is flowing in Seanhenge, and while you perhaps are struggling with what outfit to choose for tomorrow's dinner party.

Ah, I should not have started this. Did I write 30,000 children per day?
That means, 750,000 children within 25 days, doesn't it? Phew!

Coming to think of it: Isn't it wonderful, magic
well-nigh, that despite of this marginal phenomenon not worth to daily make its way into the news, there are living more than eight billion human beings on this wonderful planet, thus about four times more than when I was born, about 20 years more than half a century ago?

Thinking positive - and aren't we told to always think positive?! - we are blessed that day by day 30- / 40,000 children are dying of starvation, aren't we?

Ah, no! Really! See? Such easily a post's content is being manipulated by thoughts about marginal daily phenomenons that are not worth mentioning.

Let alone, that I can be absolutely sure that those who are reading this are able to distinguish cynism from sarcasm, it's a great relief to know that most of those poor? nameless? anyway: unnamed creatures - and I am not talking about those 40,000 children who day by day are leaving this planet
to enjoy life in this or that paradise, depending of the god their still somehow surviving parents are made to believe in - are analphabets.

In this sense.
A most joyous week to those
able to read.
May your god bless you,
and if it (read: your god) were the head of a dead sardine.


Enjoy
the peace of the night ...

in which - provided you are sleeping eight hours - approximately some more than 10,000 children are dying of starvation.

Thursday, September 07, 2023

Insects Bar

Especially during the dry period
in early summer, uncounted insects
appreciated this safe place
to quench their thirst or
simply enjoy a refreshing bath.

 

Monday, September 04, 2023

Holidays

Recently, rain allowed them lots of leisure.

Thursday, August 31, 2023