Back home …
… jetlagged, missing people, thinking about growing old and dying, accepting that I am an ex-worker. But …
… someone posted a picture of Bertolt Brecht, a poet and playwright whom I have loved for 40+ years, so I’ll post a short poem by Brecht for them. The rather clumsy translation is mine; if you can improve on it, please do.
I do not need a gravestone / But if you need to have one for me / I would like it if the inscription would read: / “He made suggestions. We carried them out.” / Such an inscription would honour all of us.
Was considerably cheered up when I opened my snail mail and found a lovely pirate medallion featuring a skeleton, as a reward for taking part in the Silverflint Big Bang challenge. Thank you, Jadedbirch and Mel, wow and Raise The Black.
mici's campfire 