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söndag 22 januari 2017

(How Donald Trump got rich or) Less is more!

Look, like two berries...
This is a screen capture from The New York Times:
"Trump’s Inauguration vs. Obama’s: Comparing the Crowds".

But don't believe what you read or see - or, less is more:

"He also called journalists 'among the most dishonest human beings on earth,' and he said that up to 1.5 million people had attended his inauguration, a claim that photographs disproved.

He said news organizations had deliberately misstated the size of the crowd at Mr. Trump’s inauguration on Friday in an attempt to sow divisions at a time when Mr. Trump was trying to unify the country, warning that the new administration would hold them to account."
(TNYT: "With False Claims, Trump Attacks Media on Turnout and Intelligence Rift")

måndag 16 januari 2017

The Flight of Trumbo

No, Donald Trump does not need any new Air Force One.
He's got many options for his flights.

torsdag 12 januari 2017

Trumbo - The First Bull

The Man Who Bought/Sold the World,
Wants to Make America Big Again.
Rambo was 175 cm small,
Trumbo is 188 cm tall.

Well, the taller they are,
the harder they fall.

The Touch

The Touch or The Creation of Trumputin,
staring Vladimir Putin and Donald Trump.
"Donald Trump: If Vladimir Putin likes me, it’s an asset."
(Category: fake art.)

tisdag 10 januari 2017

Tweet Peaks

Coming Soon To A Twitter Account Near You.

måndag 2 januari 2017

Kristinestad kors i all sin dar

Kristinestad by day, by night.
Oh what a stay, what a sight.
Kristinestad paketerar inför Suomi Finland 100 år
och Reformationen 500 år.
Också tornet skall lindas in.
Herr Smiley.
Lyktan tänds.
Tikapuita taivaaseen.
Blånad på söderfjärden.
Genom nyckelhålet.
Solnedgång på savannen.
I österled.
Sagan om de två tornen.
Bocken som inte brann.
Kristinestads kyrka, reparation på gång.
Gott Nytt År 2017 så småningom.

söndag 11 december 2016

Aura ice | so nice

Lumi teki käärmeen Aurajoelle
Bokstavligen vacker eftermiddag.
Liksom en stund senare.
Myös luonto harrastaa kansitaidetta.
Keskellä suuta.
Tois pual jokke.
Kateudesta vihreä.
Gröna bågen.
Tycks vara julmarknad på gång.
Mennään lähemmäksi.
Och ännu närmare.
Joulukortti, kirjastokortti.
Kello ja kuu.
Kohtuus ja kuu.
Bra he tycker Brahe.
Up on the Hämeenkatu.

måndag 5 december 2016

Unidentified flying object

A floating saucerful of secrets

The vast, last shade of the lamp,
its metal head,
thin white legs.
Stardust from above,
from underneath.

This lonely cloud floating
in a rocky universe,
this flying saucerful of secrets.
Meeting on a timetable
between a polarized planet
and comets and asteroids
with swimmer's tail.

An ark of Noahs and nobodies,
pairing organic and inorganic,
reasons and rubbish,
means of love
and martial arts.

A rescue boat crowded
with all that humanity got left,

boundless opportunities
for every individual
answer an question.

We floating saucerful of secrets,
standing on the top of toes,

with noses barely on surfaces.
If we at least could be
an unidentified flying object
for someone to love or fear.

(sound track: Pink Floyd | A Saucerful Of Secrets)