solilo guy @dirk@computerfairi.es

[5/5]

at eight, he’d ruin the longest railway line
by playing trains with real ones; and at nine,
release all my old enemies from jail,
and then I’d try to break his head – and fail.
 
So this is why, no matter where I fly,
red-cloaked, blue-hosed, across the yellow sky,
I feel no thrill in chasing thugs and thieves –
and gloomily broad-shouldered Kent retrieves
his coat and trousers from the garbage can
and tucks away the cloak of Superman;

...

[4/5]

...

But even if that blast of love should spare
her fragile frame – what children would she bear?
What monstrous babe, knocking the surgeon down,
would waddle out into the awestruck town?
When two years old he’d break the strongest chairs,
fall through the floor and terrorize the stairs;
at four, he’d dive into a well; at five,
explore a roaring furnace – and survive;

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[3/5]

...

I’m young and bursting with prodigious sap,
and I’m in love like any healthy chap –
and I must throttle my dynamic heart
for marriage would be murder on my part,
an earthquake, wrecking on the night of nights
a woman’s life, some palmtrees, all the lights,
the big hotel, a smaller one next door
and half a dozen army trucks – or more.

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[2/5]

...

the heavy jaw; for I shall tell you now
my fatal limitation … not the pact
between the worlds of Fantasy and Fact
which makes me shun such an attractive spot
as Berchtesgaden, say; and also not
that little business of my draft; but worse:
a tragic misadjustment and a curse.

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[1/5]

Vladimir Nabokov

The Man of To-morrow’s Lament

(1942)
 
I have to wear these glasses – otherwise,
when I caress her with my super-eyes,
her lungs and liver are too plainly seen
throbbing, like deep-sea creatures, in between
dim bones. Oh, I am sick of loitering here,
a banished trunk (like my namesake in “Lear”),
but when I switch to tights, still less I prize
my splendid torso, my tremendous thighs,
the dark-blue forelock on my narrow brow,

...

I'm sure you've asked yourself what a poem written by Vladimir #Nabokov inspired by the cover of a #Superman #comic book might sound like?

Well, the universe delivers!

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2021/mar/04/vladimir-nabokovs-superman-poem-published-for-the-first-time

In in, Clark Kent mourns his inability to have sex or children with Lois Lane, as his superpowers would injure or even kill her.

#comics #superheroes

Present from a daughter to her cis-male dad on #InternationalWomensDay, cherishing the empathetic, caring, and glamorous „woman“ inside.
Just wow 😊​

A self-portrait I had to submit for an article.

Sweet dreams, Mastodon!

#mastoart #comics

#SailfishOS Koli (4.0.1) released in Early Access!
Browser and VPN improvements, app isolation (based on #Firejail) and big design overhaul for Events View and notifications.

If Damon Lindelof had become a tile layer.

(Picture by @luebbermann)

Guess the #movie! 🍿

#StardewValley

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