Human voices wake us

Update zu The Art of the Siren #1: Baby Gramps: Cape Cod Girls:

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

From: T.S. Eliot: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1915 (excerpt).

“Wie schaut’s, Liebchen? Wassersucht?”
“Nee, Pegasus is in der Brunft.”

(Hippogryphen kommen zweimal im Jahr in die Brunftzeit: einmal nach der Leipziger Buchmesse, einmal nach der Frankfurter Buchmesse. Mit der ganzjährigen Brunftzeit des Menschen wird es noch böse enden.)

This is not a lighthouse: Druckbleistift 0,5 HB, Rötel, 29. April 2010.