More love than hope.

Planting acorns in Kharkiv's bomb-battered forest.

Literature,

whatever transcendental claims are made for it,
is just part of the entertainment industry
like music and drama, painting and ballet,
except that words don't admit to being
barriers against communication and sympathy.

The Great Democratic Ideal

was manipulated by the British and French empires*
to engineer racial difference
and rationalise colonial domination...
thus helping to civilise many peoples
through legal systems no better
than the one that now operates in Russia.

*and within the USA

Equality before the Law ?

"Uselessness

is what makes human life
so exciting to live."

– Paul Auster (author, on BBC)

One reason why I prefer

to kiss a mouth surrounded by hair
is that I can be pretty certain
that there isn't a slick cosmetic curtain.

Maybe that is why more than just some
straight men like to kiss cunt or bum ?

Maybe that is why they're not rare or sparse,
the straight men who like to kiss cunt or arse.

Bach: my New Year Treat.

I saw these two small menhirs first about 10 days ago when I went to collect plants from a specialist and inexpensive nursery (dry stony soils).
I didn’t have camera or phone with me, so I went back yesterday, the first of January, a beautiful day. The area is a whole département (Lot) of limestone karst, as in Dalmatia or (in miniature) the Irish Burren. There are chasms and splits and pavements and lots of perforated boulders. I live just where the southern edge ends.

A pair of pillar-stones, male and female, stand 2.5 metres apart, the female with large (and largely-natural solution-pit/cup-mark + groove (artificially enlarged ?).

Male and female paired stones are rare in France if they exist at all (in Brittany ?) though there are several in Ireland. The name of the commune is Bach, pronounced Bash. 

The stones are 250 cm apart, and 120, 130 high. and never seem to have formed a gateway. Rubble has been piled behind them, so there is a faint chance that there might be a chamber.

I have marked them on Google Earth.

On my way, I found the marvellous perforated Spoon Stone which I posted yesterday.

Cacti in a Storm,

southern Mexico.

A Good Day was had by One.

New Year's Day, 2025:
Bent Spoon Day.
On the roadside near Mouillac
(Tarn-&-Garonne, Occitania)
as found.

The Ugly Vulgarity of Riches

Boucheron emerald + diamond necklace,
and Hermès bag stolen in a recent burglary.