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Hai mươi sáu tháng 2017

Summer moved on. Summer is gone. Although it didn't arrive and never started. You can only have one summer per year, no more, no less.

Summer isn't a season. Summer is an animal. Summer is a Dire wolf. Shadow wolves they call them in Germany. Did he invent these animals or are they a real thing?

Summer isn't a season. Summer is an actress, a former dancer or gymnast. Summer whose name is April or May maybe June or March but definitely not Wednesday.

We are in the hands of old, crazy men. They eat our souls. Write that in your diary…

But that's another story for another time…

Hugain cyntaf o Fai 2017

The owls are flying low tonight.

It is happening again.

A poem as lovely as a tree:

As the night wind blows
The boughs move to and fro
The rustling, the magic rustling
That brings on the dark dream
The dream of suffering and pain
Pain for the victim
Pain for the inflictor of pain
A circle of pain
A circle of suffering
Woe to the ones
Who behold the pale horse.

... you're going back to Missoula, Montana!

Васемнаццатага мая 2017

Thursday...
Today...
Thor's day...
The God of Thunder...
The Day of Thunder...
Thunder's Day...

The name has never been more fitting than today...

Elinesithandathu May amabini amawaka elinesixhenxe

Andazi ukuba ukubhala.

Ìdámẹwàá May meji ẹgbẹrun o le mẹtadilogun

*

I was thinking about a story my grandfather used to tell me. Or was it my grandmother? I still refuse to call them Green Sleeve and White Feather, for my name is not Nanuk. I am not an Eskimo boy. Or am I?

This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.

A hare with spectacles, I hear you ask. Do hares need to wear spectacles at all? Don't they eat carrots all day long with lots of beta carotene in them? And doesn't that give them a most excellent eye-sight? Well, I am not an expert in these fields.

So, this is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.

Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching.

Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by.

Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular,

"The hare has lost his spectacles," well, he began to wonder.

Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was Hare.

In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt.

And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee.

Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for without his spectacles he was completely helpless.

Where were his spectacles?

Could someone have stolen them?

Had he mislaid them?

What was he to do?

Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: "You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot."

"No!" interrupted Owl, who was wise.

"I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?"

But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling!

Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk.

She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others.

She was their leader, their guru.

She had the answer: "Hare, you must go in search of the optician."

But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles.

And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, "I can't send Hare in search of anything!"

"You can guru, you can!" shouted Newt. "You can send him with Owl."

But Owl had gone to sleep.

Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem, "You can take him in your pouch."

But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into Kangaroo's pouch.

All this time, it had been quite plain to Hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles.

As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care.

The lost spectacles were his own affair.

And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair. A-pair.

Strange creatures they are, aren't they?

Curious creatures and where to find them.

But isn't Man the most curious creature of them all?

*

Okwesihlanu Meyi anamabini amawaka nesikhombisa

Back on track? Left all the wrong questions behind?

There are no wrong or stupid questions.

Only stupid answers.

Woke up this morning and everything was alright.

I woke up and felt the strangest grimace on my face.

What do they call it? A happy face? A smile? A smirk?

Woke up this morning and everything was alright.

Although I had the strangest dream about my former Geography teacher

who was secretly my new colleague at work

although he retired from teaching long years ago.

And he suddenly was the owner of a restaurant

and my neighbor in 666, Whitaker Lane, Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

And I dreamt about Scarlett O'Hara from Gone With The Wind at the same time

blown by the wind

in a big black dress

sunken backwards in my arms

ready for a kiss

with burning Atlanta behind us.

And I had the strangest dream about an animal

a llama

with Dracula teeth

named Confuse.

Or maybe it was named Frank?

Do you still think everything is alright and that grimace on your face is a smile, I hear the voices in my head ask.

All the wrong questions...28

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