The Marriage

The Marriage

In 2010 someone wrote:
“’I wished I would be married once in order to know, what, how a married life feels.’ So I said when I was still unmarried. When I had married I had to remind my wife of her, our marital duties, to eat, to sleep, going out, to live together, if I didn’t, we didn’t eat, sleep, work, going out together. And she assured that she loved me and would stay with me forever.”

In 2200 someone spoke:
“Now the marriage is abolished I don’t need to remind you of such stupid things. You stayed with me, so free, unasked we ate, we slept, lived happily together though not forever, it was such a joy and not a duty. And you didn’t try to assure that you loved me. I wouldn’t ever blame you when you leave me again. I’m so grateful you came into my life.”

They were true without vows and laws, man and woman, male and female.

July 2009

December 2012

Gold

Gold

What I call gold is our padi, corn, fruits, vegetables, woods, forests,  the creatures of the land, of the water, of the sea, the fertile earth, the land, the mountains, the sea, the streams, the lakes, the clouds, the air, the heavens, the moon, the sun, the stars, just picture them, how wonderful they are. These, they, are the true, real gold, so invaluable, for us.  What a loss, disaster, were they no more, for man, creatures, all living alike.

Were gold abundant as sand of the sea, who would care for it? That, which we call gold,  destroying, ruining the earth after it for the sake of money, is not true gold.

December 2012

The Nicest, Deepest Sleep

Is Death, Heaven.

I Am Your Little Star

Revised Version of Poem In Plain Language

I  Am Your  "Schoner Stern"

And I imagined MM (Maria Magdalene) listening at His feet, following Jesus while He talked so eloquently dedicated especially to her among the listeners.

And there again, is there perhaps one, my MM, really following me? Or was she just a dream, loving my thoughts, my inmost thoughts and feelings. We never saw, met, actually spoke to each other. She, a lovely woman, no matter what: unmarried, married, mother, aged or prostitute, unfaithful wife, ... Me, ... a scarecrow.

How happy, grateful am I. What do I care were I granted the Nobel Prize? Even were no one to read or like my thoughts?

Only  if she, my MM, my little star, mein Schoner Stern hears me, would I thank and kiss her.

...

“Yes, I’m your little star, your 'schoner Stern'” , without revealing yourself.

How wonderful, as I picture her in my mind.

November 2012

A Deadman's Speech

A Deadman’s Speech

“You laugh, think you’re lucky and healthy, you’re not me. Today it is my turn, but tomorrow it might be your turn. Ha. Ha.” said the deadman’s voice  to the onlookers attending his burial, so cleverly devised before.

 

December 2012

Where She Is, There's Heaven

Where She Is, There’s Heaven

“I gladly, happily would honey-moon even to hell with my lover.” 

Then Opa Johan whispered to me: “What’s a honey-moon to Bali, Hawaii, Virgin Islands, ...? That’s for petty lovers. Were her lover unable to afford to buy her such a grand honey-moon she would divorce, leave him or cancel her marriage. Ha. Ha.”

“Not so mine, she would stay. Where she is, there’s heaven” said Opa Johan.

December 2012

How Dear A Woman 2

Opa Johan’s Diary

In another big quarrel I said to my lover: “Just leave me, you’ll be free, I don’t love you anymore, why do you bind, tie me, you don’t give me my freedom? Can’t you feel?”

And she begged, prayed, entreated and said: “I don’t care though you say a thousand times that you can’t love me and accuse, blame me that I don’t give you your freedom. How I still want to stay with you though every another time you chase me away.Why are you so cruel? Can’t you see, feel? Now kiss me, to make up for all the wrongs you did to me without reason.”

While she never read, wrote poetry, ever listened to heart-rending arias of an opera. Subandrio has a wonderful wife who waited years for him though his freedom from prison came just on his 80^th year, yet, is my lover not as wonderful as she is and I’m but an old scarecrow?

October 2009

June 2012

December 2012

Steal Me A Kiss

Steal Me A Kiss

And  I remember Opa Johan and his little fool born in a time when Indonesians were relatively small, averaging 155 Cm for women and 163 Cm for men.

“She’s luckily that small. That’s why I can still tease, fool, play, pinch, fight, fondle, cuddle her and steal me a kiss ... climbing to a century by now. Ha. Ha.”

“Stealing a kiss when she’s asleep and so awaken her, or feigning to whisper her something, steal me a kiss when her face so near during my hair cut, ... What a joy and what’s so special, no one knows, sees.”

"So that’s what, having a philosophy, is for, man” he said to me.

 December 2012

How Dear A Woman

How Dear A Woman 1

How wonderful, were a woman staying with me for as long as life, while nothing forces her so, not God, the church, the law,  the society, not even me, ...  even though were it for as short as a year or a few years or even a month, a week, a day or even as less than an hour. How dear a woman as I imagine it. And it might be a man also.

But the opposite is worse than hell. I wont talk about it.

December 2012

Weren't He My Brother Would I Have Married Him

Weren’t He My Brother Would I Have Married Him

“I’ve shared a lot of my best thoughts with her by now, you know? I can picture her inwardly saying: ‘Weren’t he my brother, would I have married him.’ Ha. Ha.”

Opa Johan whispered to his wife: “Aren’t you lucky, I’m her brother, you little fool?”

 

December 2012

That’s Why I Send This To You

That’s Why I Send This To You

Were we a good choir, we would not sing in a church service but in a concert hall, as Andre Rieu with professional singers, soloists, orchestra, camera men, sound system, dedicated for educated concert lovers,  making DVD’s, share it with the whole world, not like us, amateur singers of 70 – 80 years without any musical education, practice before, with but an organ a bit out of tune, recorded with but an i Pad, not in a studio, dedicated to but church goers, but second class music listeners, lovers.

That’s why I send this to you, i.e. uncombed, not shaved, in shorts, slippers, daily wear, (meaning: raw, unedited, Chew) I don’t need to make a show of myself, except ...

you feel yourself still too clever, too smart, too educated, to humble yourself listening to this simple piece. Ha. Ha.

 

Yet we very enjoy singing and I, we, are proud of it and have broadcast this in You Tube.

That’s the choir conductor’s e mail to his sister abroad.

December 2012

True To Myself

True To Myself

I’m only true to myself.

Were I true to someone, then it was because I was true to myself.

December 2012

Worse, More Dangerous Than The Contagious Deadly, Mass Killing Bacteria

Worse, More Dangerous Than The Contagious Deadly, Mass Killing Bacteria

 

You certainly wouldn’t throw stones to our neighbor’s houses, even wouldn’t throw stones into the air as it might endanger someone or smash into a window pane, or to a dog, shoot birds. Ordered, you wouldn’t obey it. Would you?

 

But in the war of Iraq, one doesn’t throw stones, however big it is, but missiles, not to houses but to cities. On TV it’s seen as thousands of fireworks flying towards you.

Not a stone, but a bomb of perhaps more the 500 Kg. Not one stone but thousands, not stones but bombs and missiles, not once, one day, but for days, weeks. And this was done without feeling sorry, feeling wrong, as it was commanded, a duty. Those that let the atomic bomb fall will remember the event for life.

Suddenly human beings were shot, killed for no reason, no crime, no misdeed and it’s lawful, legitimate. A murderer would be tried, but this was mass murder. How cruel. What an injustice. War is a legalised crime. A dog, a cat, a bird wouldn’t be shot, instead it would be protected. Who thinks of throwing stones to our neighbor’s houses, to museums, destroy beautiful gardens, woods. But they were destroyed, though invaluable. War degrades our sense of humanity and turns him into a robot: “March, halt, shoot, charge,..!” losing all his discretions, responsibilities.

And those that were attacked, also were infected and became insane and repaid it with suicide attacks.

Those that initiate war are spreading “hate”, which is worse, more dangerous than the contagious deadly, mass killing bacteria. This is what I’m afraid of, that I, you, we would be infected with “hate”, becoming insensible, insane, losing our self.

 

That's a father's e mail to his sons.

May 12, 2004

December 2912

A Beautiful Lie, Command

A Beautiful Lie, Command

A command includes often something against one’s will, something he doesn’t like.

A lie often hides something nasty.

But were behind a command, something beautiful, one wishes, likes, it’s a double joy and happiness as it were not expected.

A beautiful command forces one do what he, she really loves, likes, “Kiss me, Marry that girl you love, Visit Ujung Kulon National Park, ... I will provide for the means, funds”.

A beautiful lie when one day uncovered reveals a beautiful revelation, as is a mother’s lie always telling her little children that she loved, liked the part of fruits that were over-ripe and half-rotten as there was nothing left for her except the over-ripe, half rotten parts, giving her children the good, fresh parts, as she almost can’t afford to buy fruits.

"So remember, never lie, command, except it is a beautiful lie or command” said Opa Johan to his granddaughter.

 December 2012

Flood, A Beautiful Lake

Flood became a beautiful lake.

 

 

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I didn’t turn back home on my cycling trip, took this shot with my feet in running water on the road and found a dry lovely spot to enjoy my picnic. 

 

December 2012

 

The Lovely Girl 3

The lovely Girl 3

Her eyes so eagerly said: “Look at me.  Am I not pretty? Choose, pick me.”

December 2012

The Gelatik Bird And The Farmer

The Gelatik Bird And The Farmer

“ Hi, Gelatik. Don’t eat, steal my paddy,” said a farmer.

Said the Gelatik. “Sure you bought and planted the paddy but the paddy is not yours but of the paddy plants and they present it to anyone who would like to take and eat them. If you forbid, then you should guard, watch over it, you greedy man. I don't steal your paddy. You have no right to forbid me.”

April 2009

December 2012

Mickey And The Landlord

Mickey And The Landlord

Mickey said: “Why do you chase me away? Is this your land?”

“This is my house, my land. I’ve bought it. Here is the certificate.” So said the landlord.

“Sure,” said Mickey Mouse, “but I am also an inhabitant, citizen of the earth. I have also a right on a part of it. I haven’t sold my right to you or anybody. Why then do you have your house on a part of my land? Has the seller or the government the right to own the land and sell the land that belongs to all the world inhabitants without permission? What do you say? Ha, ha.”

April 2009

December 2012

The Gelatik And Benji, The Dog

The Gelatik And Benji, The Dog

Have you ever seen the Gelatik bird. She is so lovely, in grey and black and a red-rose beak, so frisky and so charming as a stewardess.

What would she say if someone offered her a home safe from predators, hunters, place it for honored guests to see in a brilliant hall of a palace with hundreds of candles. She doesn’t have to search for food or water, it would be provided, served on a plate and a cup of gold.

Said the bird: “Though not safe from the hawk, the snake, shot, trapped by man, though not protected from rain, and storm and drink but water from the rice field, a ditch, or have to provide myself with food, endure intense hunger and thirst during drought, give me my freedom, rather than be caged in a beautiful bird house, protected and well provided. I want to fly, have my nest though just of woven grass, find my mate and happily raise my baby chicks.

I’d rather like Benji to be as a wild animal and leaves us, instead of loving us. But Benji when urged to stay away, leave us, and be free, he stays, though we give him but knuckles of pork as his food or has to sleep outside on the floor. Where we go, he goes, where we stay, there he stays and there too, he’s most happy and at home.

And I mused, which is the better, being free or being bound?

August 18, 2004

December 2012

Kin In Thoughts And Feelings

Kin In Thoughts And Feelings

I’m so happy, grateful when again and again the same reader, blogger, though only one or a very few,  wrote a “like” on my posts. They are my kin in thoughts and feelings, warm, close to me. Not to mention of those who like and follow my blog but keep silent. Yet can I picture, imagine, think of them with fond affection.

What do I care of being famous for having a lot of one time, accidental readers or “likers”? And what’s so wonderful, special is that no one knows this, except them and me.

December 2012

Surpass The Most Delicious Food In The World

Surpass The Most Delicious Food In The World

“Do you know the most delicious food in the world, Arif?” asked Upi.

“Yes, certainly, I do. Food that’s served in the restaurant called: ‘Feeling Hungry’. Just some rice, sambal (concocted chili), tahu and tempe (fermented curd beans), fresh vegetables would make a divine dish. Drink water out of an earthen water vessel. perched on a boulder, accompanied by the sound of a rushing river, a cool breeze, eating at leisure, not disturbed by guests, debts, appointments, no tooth-ache and beside me … do you want to know who?

“No, it’s not you, Upi. You usually pinch, never kiss me. Yours’, … what’s yours’? ’Your kiss’” he whispered, “would surpass the most delicious food in the whole world. Ha, ha, ha!”

July 1996

December 2010

November 2012

If God Grants You Another Chance

If God Grants You Another Chance

“Suppose God asks you whether you would repeat this life if He grants you another chance. Are you sure that you could improve it and have a happier life?” asked Arif.

“Yes I would, rather than be your girl-friend. You are the most crazy, meddlesome, awful creature, in the world.” said Upi sweetly.

“I wouldn’t. What if you were reborn as si Mamat. What a disappointment, disillusion. How fortunate that you (we all) will never have such a chance. I’m happy to be born as Adam.”

Then Arif whispered: “Aren’t you, happy that you were fated to be born as Eve?”

“Are you nosing about my business?” said Upi laughing.

July 1996

October 2010

November 2012

Don't You Ever Be Sorry

Don't You Ever Be Sorry

As far as I remember have I never asked, begged for something. My mother chose, provided for my clothes, shoes, school necessities, when I’m married, you did it for me, our sons bought me a wrist-watch, sports-shoes, a mountain-bike, a piano, computer, my father provided some money to buy us a house and our sons rebuilt it for us into a big house. There’s still a lot I haven’t mentioned.

I said: “God, I’ve nothing to ask, don’t worry, trouble Yourself to grant me anything,” then unasked He grants me a father and a mother, three sons and a daughter except which I can’t choose them myself. Yet I would never, ever exchange them with another father and mother, or other children how loving, good, delightful, smart they are. But I may choose you, you know? Who knows, someday I might repent and think of exchanging you. Ha. Ha. What do you say?

I have no car and go by train, bus, walk or bike and buy me an organ. Yet, am I content. I feel myself very rich.

Sure, a man may look like a scare-crow like me, but what if he were rich in thoughts and feelings. What’s a wealthy, handsome man if he were empty, hollow, barren? Think of the mango which is not pleasing to the eye but is so fragrant and so sweet. The eye may err you know? Aren’t you proud of your smart husband and who has the courage to praise himself? Don’t you ever be sorry. Now, kiss me. It’s a command.

So Opa Johan said to his wife.

December 2009

November 2012

Man Invented The Rules

Man Invented The Rules

Were love, sex free, who would resort to violation, prostitution, adultery?

That’s Nature’s Law, Man invented the rules.




Sleeping lovers

 

November 2012

 

 

She Can't Forgive Him For Falling In Love

She Can’t Forgive Him For Falling In Love

“Sure, she’s such a lovely creature, were I him, I would also fall in love.” but that she didn’t tell Opa Johan, her husband as she can’t forgive him for falling in love with her. Ha. Ha.

November 2012

Sisterly Love

I Just Want You To Kiss Me

I Just Want You To Kiss Me

“Ask, what would you like, love. A mansion? An island? A ring? A grand marriage celebration? My vows of faith before God? My Kingdom? ...  I will grant it you,” said the prince.

“I just want you to kiss me,” said the princess.

How sweet, how wise her choice as she just wanted his love, nothing else.

Something like that I saw in a film. Were I wrong, mistaken, it must be my own creation, imagination. Ha. Ha.

November 2012

Fondle, Cuddle, Kiss Me

Invitation To A Concert

Invitation To A Concert

 

Were you coming I would be glad and happy. Were you not coming even more so as I then have averted you from illusion and disappointment. Ha. Ha.

So e mailed the Choir Conductor his girlfriend.

November 2012

Love Make Us Young Again

Love Make Us Young Again

It’s for you to picture, imagine, experience, enjoy it and be happy. No matter how old you are.

November 2012

On Curriculum Vitae

People almost always ask after your Curriculum Vitae (CV), you know? You have to write, fill in, show your achievements, degrees, honors, prizes in flying colors, to show off  in order to scare, impress, convince people of your worth, to win their, your favor, respect, honor, rather than to see, prove your real, actual worth, works, performance, self.

I had no splendid CV to cheat, fool you. Ha. Ha. Aren’t you sorry to still have married rather than divorced me, you little fool? So said Opa Johan.

 

November 2012

Opa Johan's Birthday Present

Opa Johan’s Birthday Present

Don’t think that this piece I shared with you is because of your birthday. Each piece  I send you is a birthday present, you know?

“No, a piece of a pie” you would say.

Do you then celebrate your birthday grander than the other days? How stupid.

“He is always so serious, but I take him with a grain of salt and he wouldn’t know it, Ha. Ha.”

So you would think of me, I can guess your thoughts, you foolish sister.

That’s Opa Johan’s e mail to his girl-friend on her birthday. 

November 2012

Don't Look For Another

Don’t Look For Another

 

I wish you would read only just one post of mine, at a time to like ... me. Don't look for another. Ha. Ha.

November 2012

Clouds

 

 

Can you picture them, the eagle pair, flying high up among the clouds? 

How wonderful as they dance, sailing and vanish into the clouds and appear again, gliding upwards and downwards or in circles. I couldn’t capture them with my digital camera.

This is a small, long bridge over  a marsh for visitors in Pantai Indah Kapuk, where I shot the eagles. And what so wonderful is, is that I can carry all this home to enjoy it again.

November 2012

Poem In Plain Language

Poem In Plain Language

 

And he imagined MM (Maria Magdalene) listening at His feet, following Jesus while He talked so eloquently dedicated especially to her among the listeners.

 

And there again, is there perhaps one, his MM, really following him? Or was she just a dream, loving his thoughts, his inmost thoughts and feelings. They never saw, met, actually spoke to each other. She, a lovely woman, no matter what: unmarried, married, mother, aged or prostitute, unfaithful wife, ... He, ... a scarecrow.

 

How happy, grateful he is. What does he care were he granted the Nobel Prize? Even were no one to read or like his thoughts?

 

Only if she, his MM hears him, ... sure but it is not “him” but “me”.  I don’t care about him. Can you picture it? And it is “me" would thank and kiss her.

 

November 2012

The Cow's Milk Is For Her Baby Cow

The Cow’s Milk Is For Her Baby Cow

“There is a man again, accused for sexual misbehavior, written with a giant headline in a foremost news paper. Sure, there is no woman, could ever violate, rape a man,” said opa Johan to his wife, “Why did he/she say, write, blame it’s a man, a male, instead of a scoundrel? Who is the person who is so prejudiced towards men and exposed all his sins towards the fair sex?”

“So must I bear unwillingly, involuntarily the atrocities committed by those scoundrels. I am ashamed being a man towards you and all women. If the goodness, generosity of a man is praised am I proud without having done anything good or being generous. What do you think if some one says, ‘there again a woman, a wife is caught in infidelity’? How would you feel as a wife?”

“But this is what I really meant to tell you. There’s a very large writing on a billboard in front of the Department Of Health, you know?

(translated from the Indonesian)
The cow’s milk is for her baby cow.
The mother’s milk is for her baby.
It’s as though saying: Too bad, how cruel, a baby drinking a cow’s milk intended for her baby cow, instead of drinking her own mother’s milk. And I think of myself, how impudent, I myself, a man, every morning drink cow’s coffee-milk. And I thought, picture a father cow, drinking a baby's mother milk.

Every time since reading that billboard, when I drink my coffee-milk I’m feeling bad as I think of the baby cow. Every time I eat rice, meat, fruits, gratefully, I remember, honor the grain, the lamb, the chicken, fruit tree, but I intentionally forget the little fool who is preparing a dish for me. Ha, ha, ha.”

So opa Johan teased his wife as he pinched her nose.

August 2000

November 2012

Lovers Making Love

Lovers making love in a safe, quiet corner.

The Nobel Prize

The Nobel Prize

And there’s Lech Walesa. Isn’t he “bound” by the Nobel Prize? Better “bad” but free, rather than "good", honored but “tied”.

Picture of 1990

November 2010

November 2012

On Courage

On Courage

The courage

to refuse to war, invade another country and kill people,

to take the holy Bible with a grain of salt,

to refuse a good, close friend’s  request, invitation,

to praise oneself,

to ask Princess Diana to kiss her,

to say, Mr. Chew writes beautiful, wonderful and deserves the Nobel Prize.

Ha-Ha.

 

November 2012

Dance Of The Eagles

Dance Of The Eagles

 I’m lucky to watch an eagle pair, sailing high up in the air in Pantai Indah Kapuk.

How wonderful as they dance, sailing and vanish into the clouds and appear again, gliding upwards and downwards or in circles. I couldn’t capture them with my digital camera. Words can never capture the beauty of it. 

 

November 2012

I Kiss My Thoughts

I Kiss My Thoughts

To like to love my co bloggers, without their knowing, seeing me, to similarly like, love me by my co bloggers without my knowing, seeing them. That’s great.

I kiss my thoughts.

November 2012

I Would Be Blest

I Would Be Blest

I would be blest, happy, honored, were a woman, a beautiful woman, you, little fool raped me. Ha. Ha. So told Opa Johan his wife.

November 2012

 

My Reward

My Reward

I’d  like some one say thank you or kissed me rather than the world praise me as my reward. 

November 2012

Am I Not A Man?

Am I Not A Man?

 “And I remember the lovely “mermaid” in her thin dress sleeping against her lover in the speedboat, while her thighs and legs so near me, teasing, invitingly showing. Am I not a man? I’m not just your husband you know? Yet I don’t hide this from you.” So said  Opa Johan.

November 2012

So I Comfort Myself

Valuations fall and rise.

Works remain the same.

October 2012

On Judging

On Judging

“When you listen to music, never ask before, ‘who is the composer? Who is the conductor? Who is the soloist, what orchestra, ...’ Then after you’ve heard it you may ask. Otherwise you might be prejudiced.” So said the choir conductor to me.

And I thought of judging works, writings:

To send all articles to a news paper for publishing anonymously, so the editor can’t be prejudiced, scared, forced, fooled by a well known, great name.

When the editor thinks it is good, he calls the author to reveal his identity and publishes it.

To also send an anonymous work for a competition with anonymous nominators. After it was chosen as the winners, the authors may reveal themselves. It would be good and it must be possible if we could make something like that for winning a Prize, the Nobel Prize for literature, science, peace, ...

That’s what I call true, unprejudiced judging. The small, unknown could vie with the great and well known. Except the jury are poor judges, can’t judge and have to depend on the judgement of the nominators.

Yet, I don’t believe this will change soon in the near future. No courage, no imagination. Do you remember the law of inertia i.e. reluctance to change? Not only unprejudiced judging but also to keep the world population low by birth control, also have Volley Ball, Basket Ball classified according to height or stature. Unless we want to stay fools and be fooled for yet another thousand years. Ha. Ha.

October 2012

Whom Did They Marry?

     Whom Did They Marry?

And I imagined the children, grandchildren of Adam and Eve living up to more than nine hundred years. Whom did they marry? And it is said that the women were so beautiful, no man ever,  not even the sons of God, could resist.  

And I picture him, i.e. man, loving her, even as her brother, as her father, her grandfather, or loving her even as his  sister, as his mother, his grandmother, ... Can you picture it, grasp it? Marry his irresistibly still beautiful grandma?  Ha-ha.

“Did that ever occur to you?” said Opa Johan to his wife.

October 2012

What Honor

What Honor

I can’t get it, how is it possible, it is almost incredible that bloggers with so many  “likers” could ever like a simple blog with so few “likers” as mine? What honor.

October 2012

In Praise Of Genius

In Praise Of Genius

“I remember once having read in a news paper something like this, you know?” So said Opa Johan to his wife.

At 5 he got his PhD summa cum laude, at 7 he lectured post graduates of Oxford at 10 he had written a thousand scientific books, he had more than 12 disciples. Hailed, praised, so adored, worshipped by the whole world, professors kneeled before him, he was so famous, so well known, more than the Bible. Ha. Ha.

“Would you adore, marry him?” Opa Johan whispered ,“or me?”

“What? Marry him? Who would? He is a computer, a caricature. He awfully stinks after his intellect and fame but don’t you get conceited, you Scarecrow.” So she said.

October 2012

How Lovely You Are

How Lovely You Are

“How lovely you are, little fool. You have become fatter. Ha. Ha.” As Opa Johan pinched her cheeks.

October 2012

Do You Want Me To Kiss You?

Do You Want Me To Kiss You?

“Do you want me to kiss you, little fool? Ha. Ha.”

“No”   offering Opa Johan her cheeks.

 

October 2012

My Picnic In Pantai Indah Kapuk

Pantai Indah Kapuk Drain

What delight.

The water so near, just before your feet, you could step on it, touch it,  sitting beneath a shady “bakau” wood, here and there someone fishing sitting patiently on a mat for hours, while I’m so happy, almost no one ever caught one. Ha. Ha. I watched some water birds flying, the rippling surface by the wind, the sky on the water, ... It was so serene and quite safe from ill doers.

October 2012

That's Is A Grave Sin

That’s A Grave Sin

Foolish Sister

Don’t praise me. I have already praised myself till I’m worn out. Ha. Ha.

You certainly are extraordinary too. If you say  you are ordinary, stupid, that’s a very grave sin, you know?

Your brother, the very smart boaster.

So e mailed Opa Johan in reply of his “foolish sister” i.e. his fondle-, cuddle-name for her.

October 2012

Am I Not A Smart Boaster?

Am I Not A Smart Boaster?

Were my readers thinking that my blog writings are just ordinary, poor writings, yet I insist that theyr’e good and beautiful. Should I not give only my best things, thoughts? I would be ashamed offering poor work, stuff, you know?

Later on, posthumous will I win a grand prize, otherwise, they aren’t able to read them or haven’t the courage to say “it’s beautiful”. Who dares to say something out of the Bible as “poor writings, poor thoughts”.                 

I. Ha. Ha.

I have the courage to praise myself.

Certainly am I very extraordinary, who, what isn’t so? It would be a shame, disgrace to the Creator  were they not so, you know?

Am I not a smart boaster? And so, therefore, what this is for, ... aren’t you my  foolish sister?

Can you still stand me? Ha. Ha.

That was Opa Johan’s e mail to his sister in Holland.

October 2012

Lucky Men

 

 Gorbachev and the grape princess in Germany, November 1990

 

 

Nelson Mandela on his visit to Libya October 1997

 

October 2012

 

 

 

 

Wonderful Unnoticed Simple Things

There’re so many unnoticed wonderful simple things

 

as ants running

 

 

as a fisherman

 

 

 

as waving plumes

 

 

 

as a bushy tail waving

 

 

 

as a butterfly flying

 

 

 

 

as swallows flying

 

 

 

as shadow-play

 

 

 

as roots of a tree

 

 

 

or as glowing charcoal, or the rising smoke of a burning joss stick ... Click anywhere on the playing screen and you get a still picture, click again and the play goes on.

There's a lot of wonderful unnoticed simple things as long as  I keep my eyes, my ears, my senses, my heart open.

October 2012