"......Be what it is, The Action of my life is like it, which I'll keep if but for sympathy."
Saturday, 30 September 2017
Motto
Als ik niet aan mezelf denk, wie zou er dan aan mij denke? Als ik alleen maar aan mezelf denk, waarom bestaa ik dan? If I do not think of myself, who would be thinking of me? If I only but think of myself, why do I exist after all? - Dirk/ Reinhilde Decleir
Saturday, 23 September 2017
Monday, 18 September 2017
Friday, 15 September 2017
Saturday, 9 September 2017
Gratitude
"Ein Riese, ein Yankee, die Welt hätt' den Leuten viel zu verdanken, wenn sie dankbar wären. Es gäb' in Europa kaum mehr Kultur, wenn die Yankees nicht wären./ A giant, a yankee, the world should be very grateful to those people, if they were grateful. There wouldn't be much culture left inEurope if it weren't for the yankees." - O.W. Fischer
Sometimes it's pretty heartfelt like with O. W. and sometimes it's diminished into something silly.
Sometimes it's pretty heartfelt like with O. W. and sometimes it's diminished into something silly.
Friday, 8 September 2017
Thursday, 7 September 2017
Wednesday, 6 September 2017
Tuesday, 5 September 2017
Monday, 4 September 2017
Sunday, 3 September 2017
Hideous
Then there was this policeman who let his son drive him to work and who then booked him because he wasn't wearing a seat belt.
Saturday, 2 September 2017
Jeremiah's Complaint
You deceived me, Lord, and I was deceived;
you overpowered me and prevailed.
I am ridiculed all day long;
everyone mocks me.
Whenever I speak, I cry out
proclaiming violence and destruction.
So the word of the Lord has brought me
insult and reproach all day long.
But if I say, “I will not mention his word
or speak anymore in his name,”
his word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up in my bones.
I am weary of holding it in;
indeed, I cannot.
you overpowered me and prevailed.
I am ridiculed all day long;
everyone mocks me.
Whenever I speak, I cry out
proclaiming violence and destruction.
So the word of the Lord has brought me
insult and reproach all day long.
But if I say, “I will not mention his word
or speak anymore in his name,”
his word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up in my bones.
I am weary of holding it in;
indeed, I cannot.
Friday, 1 September 2017
Photography
"Wo die Kamera zudringlich wird (...), überschreitet die Fotografie ihre ästhetische und gleichzeitig moralische Grenze. When the camera gets obstrusive (...), photography oversteps its aesthetic and also moral boundaries." - Heinrich Böll
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