"......Be what it is, The Action of my life is like it, which I'll keep if but for sympathy."
Thursday, 31 October 2019
Wednesday, 30 October 2019
Time
"tijd om mij eens te vervelen/ time (for me) to be bored once." - Jan Paternoster and Jan is sorry for all the people who do not have this time because they are kept far too busy.
Tuesday, 29 October 2019
Radical
the wide difference
art and life
the one is volatile enough to be able to be radical in order for the other not to be (radical)
art and life
the one is volatile enough to be able to be radical in order for the other not to be (radical)
Monday, 28 October 2019
Delay
and have a second look
revisit and reassess
It's not exactly like having second thoughts but rather second sight - seeing clear(er).
revisit and reassess
It's not exactly like having second thoughts but rather second sight - seeing clear(er).
Sunday, 27 October 2019
Trouble
nothing is easy though it must be done swift
always listening to Hamlet's resolution he laboured so hard for that "Readiness is all."
always listening to Hamlet's resolution he laboured so hard for that "Readiness is all."
Saturday, 26 October 2019
As a Child
there was, since I was living on the border, always a strong sense of the limiting quality of such a state prevailing in my mind. So one day I saw an opera-singer on television and realising she was German I pressed my grandparents to tell me where she was living. I argued that it could not be too far away because down the street there were the Netherlands. As I kept on pestering them they finally gave in and told me that she was living on the Roermonder Straße.
Thursday, 24 October 2019
Bear With Me
Years ago you teased me, telling me that I was behaving like a little girl, when I really ought to face the results of my actions.
You in your immobile mobility being attached to the machine that kept you alive and me talking from afar with you by the grace of the one finger you could still move. I always imagined some sort of smile on your face while you were confronted by my mad anxieties.
I love you and I miss you!
You in your immobile mobility being attached to the machine that kept you alive and me talking from afar with you by the grace of the one finger you could still move. I always imagined some sort of smile on your face while you were confronted by my mad anxieties.
I love you and I miss you!
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