Lizard
On a farm wall near Olot:
/ kalebeul / category / of animals / of serpents /
Did the serpent deflower Eve or merely provide professional consulting services, thus relegating humans to a subsidiary role in creation?
Sorry, but anyone tell me whether the following William Dunbar quote refers to the long battle by Dorset priests to rid their churches of scrumpy ‘n’ western, to yet another destruction of Leicester City FC’s charity team, or to skirmishes between farmers and those legendary mint tea-crazed monsters?
Done is a battell on the dragon blak;
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Jullie hebben mij niet geholpen en het beest heeft z’n lekkere lijffie op een erg ongeschikt moment laten zien. Ipv met hem tweezaam thuis te blijven, ga ik morgen op m’n Hollandse opafiets naar de Ordesa nationale park om bezoek te brengen aan een vrouw die zich teruggetrokken heeft met drie monstermoggies in een goed […]
Lijkt op deze, maar kleiner. Forenst sinds drie dagen tussen boekenkast, badkamer en koelkast. Hoe raak ik hem in Godsnaam op non-fatale wijze kwijt voordat de significant other (geen gelijkenis) er achter komt?
Foto: International Brotherhood of Airport Bums.
Stricken by Barcelona belly, I’ve been trying out this 19th century cholera cure. It’s better with rice, but I’m still surprised more people didn’t die. (Sublimated sulphur is used by modern-day lepers, says the chemist, so that wasn’t a problem.)
Montjuïc cemetery publishes a little map which, interested in historical renown, guides you past the generally terribly tedious tombs of well-known Barcelona citizens (good, bad, ugly) and thus omits the quite extraordinary artistic achievements of some of its less well-documented residents. Here is one of the finest funeral monuments, built by people who have clearly inherited something of the spirit of the pharaohs of the land whence they say they came:

There’s another splendid example nearby dedicated to a young man–strong as a horse, ringed by them–who shares his name but little else with an ex-foreign minister of Chile, and there are many more. It would be a nice irony if these folks were to be remembered after all the bloody Batllós and Ferrer i Guardias are forgotten.
And here’s a fine slash-and-burn assault on the show trial in a Barcelona court of some dirty bloody foreigners. Perhaps the most extraordinary wrongdoing in the whole affair is that over a number of years the police, which is to say the mayor, tolerated a squat run by a psychotic whose raves kept a densely packed residential area awake every weekend and served as a major focus for dealers.
Asks Mr O’Brien: “[A]re foreign funding agencies getting any smarter about how to get more of their countries’ literary works translated into English? The answer is “not much,” or not at all. The country that has made this easier, for Dalkey Archive at least, is Japan. Other countries are on a kind of cusp: Romania, Switzerland, Latvia, Estonia, Norway, Mexico, Lithuania, and Spain. The countries that remain nearly intransigent to changing old practices are France, Germany, Austria, and Italy. The latter group continues to fail to understand that paying for the cost of the translation (or part thereof) is of little help; nor does providing funds to send unknown authors to the States to do tours help at all unless there are substantial marketing funds made available that will help to promote the authors’ books before and after such tours.”