Monday, December 31, 2012

Same procedure as every year

If counted well the  Germans today can/could watch Dinner for One (The 90th Birthday) - history here - 13 times, and thus three times fewer than one year ago, but again at different times on various TV-channels, and  apart from the original in various German dialects; no Swiss version in 2012, though.
Very strange folks, the Germans.
Well, judge for yourself.

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


Sunday, December 30, 2012

How exciting

How exciting having blocked comments and thus never coming to read those thousands comments I might have got, and never coming to know how many spams of religious nutters I might have had to delete.

Tomorrow my excitement will end.

May the patience be with you.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Irreal shadows, unreal trees [?]

Nature is where we not are.
There, only there exist the real shadows and real trees.
Fernando Pessoa – The Book of  Unrest, 375

Forth and back

Coming and going.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas

A child's born.
Its 'cross': malnutrition.

About 10,000 times a day.

So Merry Christmas then,
and peace on Earth.
And after the mass
enjoy the masses on your table.

Sumptuous meals,
a Lucullan feast.

After all, (billions of) individuals can't change the world, can they?

May the Lord care for the poor souls.

Fucking hypocrites!


Those who feel offended are meant!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Laughing Lhursday*

Portrait of a father catwalking
with daughter's new tuque.

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

Monday, December 17, 2012

Monochrome Monday

Blimey! It's my father's 110th.
Getting old I am.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Sunday, December 09, 2012

The world is a warm place

Yo-no-na-ka, ho-ka-ho-ka na-no-yo

From wherever you look at it:

The world is a warm place.

Except when it's cold.

Saturday, December 08, 2012

Friday, December 07, 2012

A safe world for women

I am told, millions of female foeti are aborted in China. Due to the One-Child-policy, it is said.

At the same time, I hear girls and young women are getting kidnapped in Vietnam, Burma (Myanmar), Laos, Cambodia,  North Korea even and other countries, in order to sell them to the ordinary Chinese family's "One and only" who would otherwise not find a bride, and not only because he not seldom is a fat, stupid egoist, due to the excellent education he, the little prince, got.

Oh well, and kept in brothels they can even serve many little princes.
Millions of female foeti are aborted in China. Due to the One-Child-policy, it is said.


Millions of female foeti are aborted in India, too. And there does not exist a One-Child-Policy.
At the same time, I hear girls and young women are kidnapped in Vietnam, Burma (Myanmar), Laos, Cambodia, North Korea even and other countries, in order to sell them to one of those ordinary Indian family's 'masculine pride' who would otherwise not find a bride, and not only because he not seldom is a stupid little macho, due to the excellent education he, the little idiot, got.

What rotten societies!

Time for a new Lysistrata:

And for a safe world for women.

Not only in Kyrgyzstan.

In less than thousand and one years.

The peace of the night.


Typing 'Vietnam women kidnapped to marry in china' within =,46 seconds, I was told there are 4,590.000 entries.

Friday is Skyday

A moment, this morning.
A moment, this evening.

Monday, December 03, 2012

Monochrome Monday

The old walnut's gone,
cabinetmaker's fortune
The sky is still there..


Saturday, December 01, 2012

Lousy photo ...

... beautiful bird.

... beautiful creature, was my first thought. I think creature is a lovely word. But then, I do not believe in anyone / anything creating creatures, creating nature.
Which is why I became creative and changed one word in above's caption.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Friday is Skyday

neither the day, though,
nor the month.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Monochrome Monday

For centuries
on top of the village:
Clergy and Gentry.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sun(day)'s Painting

Under the Rainbow

Wanderer's Night Song

Wanderers Nachtlied

Über allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh',
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch.
Die Vöglein schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde

Ruhest du auch.


Wanderer's Nightsong

Over all peaks

Reigns calm,
In all treetops
Senseth thou
Barely a breath.
The birdies keep silent in the wood.
Simply wait, soon
Resteth thou, too.

translated by McSeanagall :)

Praise of taciturnity (reload)

Binn béal 'na chomhnuidhe.

The mouth that speaks not is sweet to hear.


The peace of the night.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Des gibt's net!

Today's the first anniversary of the day on which Ludwig Hirsch followed his black bird.

Watching the video and listening to him, as always brought tears to my eyes.

Tough guy.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

My Walden II

... sort of, anyway.

And voilá, CherryPie,
a place for you
to sit and rest a while.


Fated to die
and still admired.
Yellow beauty.

Not Jupiter

October morning, 07:10 a.m.


Rising ...

African mask

... not a

Wednesday, November 21, 2012


I am told peace-loving people somewhere far away
are competing in rocket science.
Surely there will soon be peace.

And when the stones are swimming,
the leaves will sink.

The peace of the night.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

No need of followers

Attentive visitors might have noticed that Omnium's blogroll peu à peu has become shorter.

This is due to that I would not link (anymore) to bloggers

– whose blogs have not been available for more than one year;

– who would not link to other blogs (including Omnium).

Thanks for your attention. 

The older I get the less time I do have to be diplomatic.

And – may I say so? ... ha! of course, I may say so: I do not care about 'followers'. 

What stupid a word!

Millions followed Stalin, Hitler, Mao; millions got deceived by ... take the name of your choice ...

And I should ask for followers?

Whooaah. Too many idiots on this planet.

And I am one of them.

Still blogging.

The peace of the night.      

Monday, November 19, 2012

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Blue tit's delight ...

... is an old lady's delight.

Who's nuts we may talk about later.
The peace of the night.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Time flies

Today one month ago I was given some interesting books,
an external hard disc, some sweets,
quite a few good wishes and words of thankfulness.
I smilingly took the wishes, and the thanks,
at five minutes to midnight
raised a pint of plain
and murmured to myself:
Herewith I declare the party opened:
Happy birthday, Sean. Slàinte.
Drank the pint, went to sleep
for about three hours
haven't since opened one of the books above.
It's been an eventful new year, so far.
I shall not complain. :)
I only wish I could fly like the time.



De ... light

... taken from exactly the same spot, three minutes after this one.

My Walden

... sort of, anyway.

Behind the Poplars

Deep L...ady Luna.

Far far away

... the rising sun.

Where I wish to be


A dear old Neighbour

... watching the grey.

Saturday, October 06, 2012

For your imagination

After two and a half years ... there could be told some more episodes about the lady and her life whisperer. Alone, these are no days for writing.
These are days for preparing favourite meals; days and nights for trying to anticipate the very next wish [ the German idiom – 'to read all wishes from her eyes – sounds much nicer, would you agree?]; days and nights to speak about past 88 years, about present, death, dreams and future; days and nights to clean and caress, to hurry and hush; days and nights to enjoy a whispered thank you, an "oh, that was delicious"; days and nights for love and laughter,  for sparkling eyes and smiling silence ... dum spiro spero.

The peace of the night.

Monday, October 01, 2012

Monochrome Monday

without strings
[perhaps (?)]
not knowing
what freedom is.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Re [no] comments

As any seldom boring knows I am these months particularly busy with not commenting.

And I could easily when visiting Jams O'Donnell Esq at The Poor Mouth, or Mijnheer Pieters at Villa gedichten, Lady Limoncello at  Sicily Scene ... .and Chris at god-free morals.

However, as one after the other they changed their comment  box, meanwhile I am just not able to leave comments at Susan'sKnatolee's, Francis' (Attempted Essays), Don QuiScottie's,and some other bloggers.

If anyone knows the 'Why', please let me know.

If no one knows the why, don't worry. None of them is such bad a blogger to need comments of mine.

Thanks for having me.


Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Monday, September 24, 2012

Saturday, September 15, 2012

In the woods

Sometimes I am glad
being alive
to live such moments.
You may laugh
for other reasons.