Monday, September 14, 2015

.. where has the summer gone ? ..

still life with shells and flowers ..


Thursday, May 21, 2015



Without consideration, without pity, without shame
they built great towering walls all around me.

And I sit here now despairing.
I think of nothing else; this fate gnaws at my mind;

for I had so many things to do outside.
Why didn’t I notice when they were building walls.

But I never heard any noise or sound of builders.
Imperceptibly they shut me off from the world.

Constantine P. Cavafy
(Translation by David Connolly)

Sunday, May 17, 2015



It must have been one in the morning
or one-thirty.

      In a corner of the tavern;
behind the wooden partition.
The place was completely empty save for the two of us.
An oil-lamp provided scant light.
The drowsy waiter was dozing by the door.

No one would have seen us. Yet already
we were so aroused,
that we’d become incapable of caution.

Our clothes were half-open  -  not that there were many
for the divine month of July was blazing hot.

Pleasure of the flesh through
the half-open clothes;
quick baring of the flesh – the image of which
crossed twenty-six years; and has come now
to remain in this poetry.

(C.P. CAVAFY) Selected poems
Translated by David Connolly

Dedication to William Michaelian

Recently Banned Literature

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

"sharp" and ~ happy holidays ~

....   In still life photography I love to mix with things they don't really match....

like here a humble cheese grater with a broken necklace...

Send you my wishes for fantastic holidays ...

Monday, December 8, 2014

.. dark at four o'clock ..

It gets dark at four o’clock now
The windshield is filled with night and cold
The motor running for the heater’s sake
We finally forgive ourselves
And touch each other between the legs
At last I can feel the element of welcome in our kisses.
(leonard cohen)

Thursday, November 27, 2014

.. that night still in memory ..


   ~ sweet memories ~

My beloved friend
You and I had a sweet talk,
Long ago, one autumn night.
Renewing itself,
The year has rumbled along,
That night still in memory.
( Daigu Ryökan – Japanese poet )