June 27, 2013
June 04, 2013
Cheese Burger - haibun
homecoming swifts
you see! air-tunnels
do exist
There's a first time for
everything. I guess the saying goes for ”things” in a human life.
On a grander scale … I couldn't say. But for the first time in my
life stretching for over half a century under the influence of
American culture I buy a cheese-burger. I buy a cheese-burger and eat
it. Some things happens just once in a lifetime. Like me buying and
eating a cheese-burger.
still to the South a star
I can't name
Ideally I'm a vegetarian
but I get too air-headed if I don't once in a while devour some
(supposed) muscles of an animal. Given the nature of modern food
industry, I can't really be sure whether the meat hidden between the
two halves of assumed bread really is bovine. All winter and spring a
gigantic scam has rolled across Europe exposing horse meat in what
was sold as cow. Well, if you buy cheap, you get mostly imitations of
the real thing, and the real thing is really expensive these days.
for what it's worth we
date in Plato's cave
Home again I make an
Ayurvedic herbal cleansing drink.
June 02, 2013
Black and White Cat - haibun
I must be scary.
Returning from the super I
set one foot (the right, I think) on the first step of the stairs to
my flat, and a black and white cat gets utterly surprised and jumps
straight out into the air barely avoiding a parked car (not mine, I
don't have a car, it's the folks' downstairs) one story down and
scurries off through the grass (standing very tall in that untended
corner of the property which I could
use for a vegetable garden if only the owner once and for all would
see to that
the weeds are removed and the soil planned I would tend the plot if
only he'd see to those basic things but he won't I
don't have the money for the tools needed I
made him the offer when I moved here but he apparently doesn't think
it's worthwhile he has been trying to sell it off since then but you
can't really use plots of that size located in an odd place in the
village for anything it's quite elongated and not very wide and a lot
of lilac trees would be hidden if someone built a house there) and
through the hedgerows (lilacs, you know).
day
of silence
I
put bits of potato
in
the tobacco pouch
Why
the cat was up there? I keep a bowl with dry cat food up there. It's
a habit from the years when the couple downstairs (not the ones
living there now they're different the former residents) had 7 cats
at one time. Most of them were rather cuddly and sociable so I kept
my front door open most of the summer so they could enter if they so
wished) lived there. This black and white cat must have been hungry.
The other wild cats now eating my food hears my steps in the gravel
and runs down the stairs before I reach it. But not this one.
Kenyan
coffee
the
beginning of all things
could
be alive
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)