Good fortunes
The light from a sickle moon is drawn into a downstairs room.From the outside, to the sublime to the sacred. The cracking of the radiators already gone for hours, and yet one could swear to hear a whisper in the …
Category: Artful
Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.
When Atlas’ daughter shrugged
Reality is overrated, of course, we know. Finally home, with the first frost. The scratches of the squirrels on the window slowly died down, their claws otherwise busy. I learned preaching to the deaf is a hopeless pursuit, almost as …
Somewhere in a quiet village pub
In fact, the village inn of the year, there appeared a row of early twentieth century books, comical and suitable for the more light-headed reader. Following lines can be found on page fifty-four of the book on the middle shelf …
Beloved Fertility
When my brother spoke – with a firm conviction that I had never seen in him before – of having a child with thirty, it did not only remind me that he had grown up just so fast but …
Multispiritual Concepts – Beyond Belief
While the rain settles on the ever fading grounds, let’s talk about Buddhist monks, and, of course, Ahimsa. A way of life new to the conventional capitalist world, while Trump rages in America, the unknown fall from the sky and …
A Question of Extrication
Here we are: sixteen years after the Simpsons predicted a Trump presidency and someone finally invented pencils that grow into a plant.Oh right! And don’t forget that poetry has become the hip currency to pay for your morning coffee.Liberation is …
The wall
It sometimes so happens that we can’t find an image or the mould for our fate to be executed. Then everything stands still, in a sudden ecstasy nothing moves, nothing invigorated with energy or passion. What do you do? There …
About: End in Essence
This must be the third time that I am listening to the same song. A repetitive melody manifests a system which helps to shut everything out. It is a blissfully rainy Sunday morning. A morning when I learn what speech …
Choices in Art
Art is about making the right choices.For every single page, you have to choose: what to leave and what to carry over. Such small decisions influence how they look at art as a piece (if it can be forced into …
Stepped Out Of Imagination
Morning Imagination is sadly underestimated, and under-used. I didn’t want him to step out of my imagination. There was good reason why he was in there in the first instance. So I looked away when it happened. Over in a …