The rain on the windows enchants me tonightI have found the next book in my journey. What about ”Demian” by Hermann Hesse?Another book by Hesse slipped through cracks in a wooden double bed in the Indian mountains a few years …
Category: Artful
Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.
A statement
You and Edith are right.I don’t.A memory like an elephant and the precision of an owl.I do not see it worth defending my intelligence.Loneliness proves that the times when some authority would have sold me for 24 sheep, a donkey …
Sandwich by night My head is swimming…in thoughts uncontrolled…no surprise, I hear voices in white noise.Unusual not to have a furry little thing lying on my bed….even if it was only interested in releasing its testosterone.Well, I decided for a …
Shape shifting
My contribution to your Sunday is shape shifting: artist Bart Hess, Dutch. I thought his models were only captured in pictures but, No, they are videos. Shapes, curves and bodies change, they move in a most natural way. The video …
A word to a morning
Despite a dozen dreams, more or less hopeful, I don’t give in to the proclaimed end of the world. Instead I have an appointment with my hairdresser which I longed for, for months now.The fog in Germania has begun to …
Looking for Anna
I’m sure you could have seen us in the dusty distance, in a blue Pontiac, two figures with more years of experience than I have, in the back.Him and Me in the front.Anyone who would have seen us this way …
Nec spe nec metu
Friday night.Hot white chocolate, periods without blood and flu.I realized that he is a Caravaggio, in modern times and modern words but that is all I think of the one who I have no respect for.My mother sent me a …
White is a message with a dark side
The beginning of a new journal…a new world of words opens on the lined pages. I decided to follow a tradition I have started with the last journal: the final page stays blank. Watching a series of documentaries about the …
Inner strength, you should try it
After my last blog post I got mail…from the two people spoken about (No sorry, neither of them was Umberto Eco). My perspective obviously causes a lot of hatred…strangely directed towards me. I only carry into my words what people …
Bye Bye teenage girl
Mmmmm what a feeling, to be admired!? I don’t know if I enjoy it beyond any average but….I surely enjoy seeing them suffer. Although I only ever asked one simple thing from all of them: the truth. They could not …