Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.
As the last page of the book closes, my eyes melt with the curtain, fog captures my brain. Realizing the layers that separate me from a reality outdoors and the vision inside.I think of existentialism and naked women on my …
Today, I faced fire disappearing video snippets memories invalid international numbers thoughtful lovers and the re-creation of the dodo All which fascinated me.
A Billy Joel moment.I had when slipping into my dark blue pyjama top and putting the linen into the bottom drawer.Maybe, I think I am gorgeous now, with or without my hair tied – although I never liked stripes. The …
Near the fields with the sheep with red numbers on their backs, I am reminded why nothing could convince me that not all artists believe they are eggs.They point at rain clouds and out falls snow. We may have not …
Just as it is my usual dreamy manner I strolled through the book shop in Canterbury late morning. A group of German youngsters did not realize the true purpose of books. They are simply not used to kindles and e-books …
What if everyone had a fate, like Merlin to protect Arthur and help to build the kingdom of Albion. What if Avalon was underneath our bed and a white dragon the strolling cat? Sickening is the thought of the night.Afternoon …
Hmmmm I suppose… the words I have been looking for in the last night’s darkness, I found today by dawn, in Fernando Pessoa. The poet is a man who feignsAnd feigns so thoroughly, at lastHe manages to feign as painThe …
How I arrived, after watching Ghostbusters later in the evening, at thinking about ghost-writers, only the souls closest to my brain are aware of. I do not mean the people who do all the hard work although they know they …
As usual the pigs expected me already this morning, only one white car passed by and did not interrupt me watching two swans waddling over the swampy grassland. Their way of picking up the juiciest bits, including little snails, intrigued …