Watched Mani Ratnam's Roja from 1992 again after a long time. Enjoyed it immensely (despite its obvious flaws). Fabulous music by A. R. Rahman.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
Oh help me
My muze
has got the blues
She couldn’t care less –
so there goes any hope for success
– Felix Morgenstern (© 2014)
A silly ditty written for Poets United.
has got the blues
She couldn’t care less –
so there goes any hope for success
– Felix Morgenstern (© 2014)
A silly ditty written for Poets United.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
The Mark Rothko haiku
Two bed sheets, one black,
the other vaguely blue, strung
together to dry.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Note
You might have guessed it: Mark Rothko is not among my favorite painters. Even though the entire art world seems to be all gaga about his big two- or three-colored bed sheets.
the other vaguely blue, strung
together to dry.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Note
You might have guessed it: Mark Rothko is not among my favorite painters. Even though the entire art world seems to be all gaga about his big two- or three-colored bed sheets.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
New Google Maps
The new Google Maps is SHIT.
Why does Google proclaim this is easier to use? The exact opposite is true.
All the essential tools and options are no longer displayed where they used to be (and should be), but hidden behind some nincompoop icon.
Why does Google proclaim this is easier to use? The exact opposite is true.
All the essential tools and options are no longer displayed where they used to be (and should be), but hidden behind some nincompoop icon.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
The Roman neighbor girl on Saturday morning haiku
This house has thin walls –
and she’s already on a
full-fledged whinging binge.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
The truth and nothing but the (un)poetic truth. Razor edge of time reporting.
and she’s already on a
full-fledged whinging binge.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
The truth and nothing but the (un)poetic truth. Razor edge of time reporting.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
The Modigliani haiku
Squinty little eyes
and narrow face? Good chance it’s
an Amedeo.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Note
The above painting is Gypsy woman with baby (1919) by Amedeo Modigliani.
Monday, January 27, 2014
The no idea haiku
This one has not a
single idea. It lives in
things, in things only.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Note
This one toys with the well-known and often quoted William Carlos Williams’ statement “No ideas but in things.” Actually, it fails on both accounts – it has neither ideas nor things... It is a very reticent poem, one might say.
Recommended viewing: Poets United.
single idea. It lives in
things, in things only.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Note
This one toys with the well-known and often quoted William Carlos Williams’ statement “No ideas but in things.” Actually, it fails on both accounts – it has neither ideas nor things... It is a very reticent poem, one might say.
Recommended viewing: Poets United.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
The knife haiku
You looked so sharp this
morning! But now, after work,
you look rather dull...
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Inspired by Haiku Heights and Sharp.
morning! But now, after work,
you look rather dull...
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Inspired by Haiku Heights and Sharp.
Friday, January 10, 2014
The John Singer Sargent haiku
 |
| John Singer Sargent, White Dresses (1911) |
battle? No – white dresses in
peace on parched grass...
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Note
When I first glimpsed this painting, my initial flash was that it represented an after-battle scene – bodies strewn on the ground, limbs sticking up.
The first real haiku I've written in a while ... with that sudden flash of recognition in the second half.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
The kitchen mishap haiku
Big coffee puddle
on kitchen floor. No-one to
tell me who done it.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Note
Derived from a dream I had last night. Tons of unknown people, all German, were milling around the family cabin in the Black Forest, which, in reality, was torn down a few years ago because of sad neglect. Someone had made the above-mentioned coffee puddle. In the dream I did not ask who had, supplying the explanation in my mind that these people did not know the place and were obviously incompetent as well. Was too shy to out myself as the one who had known this cabin since childhood. Now what do you make of such a dream?
By the way: happy new year!
on kitchen floor. No-one to
tell me who done it.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Note
Derived from a dream I had last night. Tons of unknown people, all German, were milling around the family cabin in the Black Forest, which, in reality, was torn down a few years ago because of sad neglect. Someone had made the above-mentioned coffee puddle. In the dream I did not ask who had, supplying the explanation in my mind that these people did not know the place and were obviously incompetent as well. Was too shy to out myself as the one who had known this cabin since childhood. Now what do you make of such a dream?
By the way: happy new year!
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