Merry Christmas and a most wonderful 2018
Friday, 22 December 2017
Your Resting Hand
Whenever I love somebody, the main thing I'm looking for is inspiration. Like Griffith said to Lillian Gish: "Surprise me.", which is odd coming from the director to the actor.
Thursday, 21 December 2017
Wednesday, 20 December 2017
Unconscious
The beautiful, resting, unconscious hand...
which is best captured by photography
Tuesday, 19 December 2017
Dem Guten, Wahren und Schönen
Just like Peter Brook's view on Hamlet's dilemma, an artist is faced with something similar: How to keep an essential and basic innocence, which sort of is the only thing that enables one to remain open and true, while also knowing the ways of the world. And how to present things without being partisan or judgemental.
Monday, 18 December 2017
I Promise It Won't Hurt
or only just a little bit, but sometimes I was pleased by the fact that I was this little awkward disturbance on the way.
The unexpected or magical could actually happen and does happen at any given moment, all it takes is an open eye and mind. Like the Belgian musician - sorry I do not recall who exactly - , who admitted in a radio interview that he was so overwhelmed by this song playing in his car's radio that he had to stop the car at once.
Saturday, 16 December 2017
My Dearest Enemy
and the birds in the field
She believed that you have to share everything
And that I was but living for myself
My dearest enemy
My wonderful enemy
My dearest enemy
who loves me
I'm no longer in her diary
There are all those boys with rings in one ear
I said your silly body only belongs to me
And this was something she couldn't understand
My dearest enemy
My wonderful enemy
My dearest enemy
who loves me
Her shadow stands everynight in front of my door
She asks if she may come inside
She's not (actually) there but I can smell her odour
the smell of sour milk and old honey
Come inside
My dearest enemy
My wonderful enemy
My dearest enemy
who loves me
Gorki Mijn dierbare vijand
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