The Strangest Kind of Angel

Merry Christmas and a most wonderful 2018

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.

The (Ar)resting Hand

Unconscious

Beauty is disturbed by awareness, once its presence is perceive, it's most likely gone.
















The beautiful, resting, unconscious hand...

which is best captured by photography

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Dem Guten, Wahren und Schönen

The Good, the True and the Beautiful

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.

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.

My Dearest Enemy

She was very fond of small children and animals
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

Sophistication

 (almost decadent)

So I was sitting in this restaurant in Roermond. I had ordered something quite ordinary - Ledderkes Fla. And then they served it not only with a most exquisite pastry fork but also a corresponding tiny knife.

Body and Soul

How do you suppose to reach these heights if you aren't strongly grounded.

Conditio Humana - Conditio sine qua non

The Native Hue of Resolution

So there it is.
You see somebody and immediately there is this crazy notion, something that intrigues me about this person.


And sometimes an answer is provided.



Texting something like ""Go home, Red Army" in Czechoslovakia in August 1968 takes a lot of resolution.

Shine, Shine My Star

There's a Crack

your perfect offering

Whoops

Brust/ Breast

"Seine Brust war von derselben Unersättlichkeit erfüllt wie die meine, sie dehnte sich mit denselben Seufzern, während Horizont für Horizont, Landschaft für Landschaft in seine Seele einzogen./ His breast was filled with the same insatiability like mine, it expanded with the same sighs, while horizon after horizon, landscape after landscape moved in with his soul." - Bruno Schulz, Der Frühling/ Springtime

Losing It

Yours

Your ridiculously oversized coat, that barely hides the hungry heart and shrivelled soul.


Raskolnikov

Number 10

Hope - so beautiful

 10) Only for today, I will have no fears. In particular, I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful and to believe in goodness. Indeed, for 12 hours I can certainly do what might cause me consternation were I to believe I had to do it all my life. - St. John XXIII

Beauty can also be frightening ;).

You Held Onto Me like I Was a Crucifix

roles slightly reversed

Mess

Short

foreshorten - there is a lot of life in this mess of lines ;)

Actually

Nobody is actually able to afford a lot, lest he affords the unaffordable.

Individualism

in your utter and terrible singularity

There is something that sets you apart.

At One

with yourself