Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.
What else could be more suitable for a Friday night but the movie ‘Romantics Anonymous’…sshhh it’s French yes…though occasionally even French movies prove a point, besides this one is about chocolate. Two simply opposite things in my world combined in …
Oh young heart what are you dreaming of.Despite that, at night I almost kiss the winner of the snooker UK championship (yep no doubt I watched far too much Snooker lately – ah see what sport does to me!?) in …
The barricades were as quickly gone as they appeared. All that was left on the pavements …fine grey sand. No geologist obviously looked at the dry river bed outside of Sandwich. That’s where most of the water is in now, …
This morning my head is a tiny black cabinetwhich brings about feelinglike a widow with the clarityof whom she really loved and whyit’s gone. Word of the day: mass enslavement(By the way, there are two separate entries for enslavement in …
I am unsure why it was on my bookshelf or for what reason it showed up in my bed yet it stirs great curiosity. The stories of Robin Hood lull me into sleep lately. Perhaps it was a desire to …
Silence prevails.The frost has reached the Northern particles of land, where bison become heavier, clusters of snow sprinkled onto their fur. Wolves follow cold trails and polar bears dig hollows. All life breathes in anticipation, instincts turn redder. Matches made, …
Ah now and then I really find myself saying rather clever stuff, e.g. Feelings are made in the brain, not the stomach.More or less out of context.And indeed I go through a re-creational phase myself – which could be a …
Border-In the crux between moonlight and fall there is a certain eagerness. Nothing that prevails for too long.An urge to see action jump into gear…or quiet forever…however the intimate moments with the coffee shop boy I have a crush on …
Knuckle by knuckle her sceptred figure tightens to an arm rest which belongs to a wall beckoning to marble, it babbles: By no means Time is to be blamed for your faltering altitudes, instead experience can cost you a hand …
I think of warm bodies while Camus speaks of how his hero refuses to lie, meaning to put something more than the truth forward.I think of how warm my body feels, in the last weeks, between these sheets, moon light …
