Saturday, August 30, 2014

Friday, August 29, 2014

Friday is Skyday

Breathing in the view,
knowing I am privileged.
War is somewhere else.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Laughing Lhursday*

There will be a girl
wearing the same babygro
once her mother wore.
 

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

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Monday, August 25, 2014

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Hay (not only) for the Horses

"I'm sixty-eight", he said,
"I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I've gone and done."

From "Hay for the Horses" by Gary Snyder.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Seeds from Sicily

Several sorts of tomatoes are growing
here and there in Seanhenge.
All seeds taken from tomatoes
that in 2013 grew in Sicily.

Two Dahlias

... some shades of green and a fly.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

RiP, Lioness

Tik...tak and tik...tak, O how the moment flies?
Compelled, humble and obedient it flies.
- Stay, stay my life! give a respite... O God!
Without farewell, wordless and even a look it flies.
Drop by drop like the spring, it drops by moments,
Month turns to year, year turns to month and flies.
At the golden twilight the sun rises,
With the last bloody setting, sinks in well and flies.
When I lay the silvery sleep over my dream,
A black sleep arrives, a white dream flies;
My life like the curtain from alternate white and black
Has become stripped and still stripped it flies.
She who goes is me, I won't return,
Ah me, tell time that untimely it flies!
My pulse is tired, tired from counting ,
The moments of my life, ah... ah time flies!


Simin Behbahani (20 June 1924 - 19 August 2014) 


  • For more poems penned by this remarkable woman I set a link to the blog of my friend Jams who admired "The Lioness of Iran" and would have been sad to hear of her death.  

From Pomona's Store

We'll rather taste the bright Pomona's store,
No fruit shall 'scape
Our palates, from the damson to the grape.*

From An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford to hasten him in the Country by Thomas Randolph (1605 - 1634)

Friday, August 15, 2014

Thursday, August 14, 2014

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.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Pi

Well, irrational . . .

What a Mess

I like it.

Earth apples

Getting curious I dug up the first potatoes.
Looks as if we're going to have a fine harvest.


Sunday, August 10, 2014

Saturday, August 09, 2014

The Snail's Dream*

A snail, who had a way, it seems,
Of dreaming very curious dreams,
Once dreamed he was – you'll never guess! –
The Lightning Limited Express!

* from The Bashful Earthquake & Other Fables and Verses
by Oliver Herford [1863-1935]; New York: Charles Scribner's Sons 1898

Friday, August 08, 2014

Thursday, August 07, 2014

Laughing Lhursday*




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

Monday, August 04, 2014

Siesta in Seanhenge

A dead dragonfly?
Nah. Just having siesta
on the green grass of Seanhenge.

Sunday, August 03, 2014

Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! :)



Belle nuit, ô nuit d’amour
Souris à nos ivresses
Nuit plus douce que le jour
Ô,belle nuit d’amour!
Le temps fuit et sans retour
Emporte nos tendresses
Loin de cet heureux séjour
Le temps fuit sans retour
Zéphyrs embrasés
Versez-nous vos caresses
Zéphyrs embrasés
Donnez-nous vos baisers!
Vos baisers! Vos baisers! Ah!
Belle nuit, ô, nuit d’amour
Souris à nos ivresses
Nuit plus douce que le jour,
Ô, belle nuit d’amour!
Ah! souris à nos ivresses!
Nuit d’amour, ô, nuit d’amour!
Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!


Lovely night, oh, night of love
Smile upon our joys!
Night much sweeter than the day
Oh beautiful night of love!
Time flies by, and carries away
Our tender caresses for ever!
Time flies far from this happy oasis
And does not return
Burning zephyrs
Embrace us with your caresses!
Burning zephyrs
Give us your kisses!
Your kisses! Your kisses! Ah!
Lovely night, oh, night of love
Smile upon our joys!
Night much sweeter than the day
Oh, beautiful night of love!
Ah! Smile upon our joys!
Night of love, oh, night of love!
Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!

Great performances



And with French subtitles


And in (plain) English


And with Spanish subtitles



Saturday, August 02, 2014

Friday, August 01, 2014

Friday is Skyday [112]

All my sarcasm
does not fit in a haiku.
The peace of the night.

On the Road

I hear Mr Putin is a peaceloving human being.
Well, and Mr Obama even "won" the Peace Nobel Price.
What a wonderful planet I am inhabiting.