Movement of change
In the light of last night, it is all about change. I clearly mark the beginning of my flows with a B in my diary. But never the ends. There would not have to be an end, if it was …
Category: Hours-passed
In essence: time, with all its consequences, moving ahead into the wall behind the clock
The Black Country
Is moving sideways still staying on the path? Well, thought I would ask– to make sure that a deprived thought of line could evaporate somewhere. While the old lady next door drags out her bins underneath the large pine tree, …
Moonlight on the Bonsai in the Lounge
On a late Monday evening I am awaiting mushrooms to grow in Venice by morning, and for the rest of the night the bonsai in the lounge can bathe in moonlight. There are mosaics somewhere in the distance, whitewashed in …
The morning after…
…the meltdown. It’s like a hangover. Just not as painful, or sickening. When you made it with a fair amount of sleep you know you are over the worst. There were times when a meltdown was the final straw to …
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 …
Two Pioneers?
On this truly glorious thundery day creativity finds a new output in the media. Let’s look at the more interesting ones: You must wonder sometimes what people perceive as art. Does it have a meaning? Does it have to have …
Fears over the end of Philosophia
Albrecht Dürer, Philosophia, woodcut Right, I won’t mention at this point that I have done some “competitor” research, and once more I found academia in its full swing – from philosophers looking for a job at universities (and yes you …
To learn
What I learned this week is that fools are still clever enough to sabotage the best efforts.And, today, I learned that one day all of this won’t matter. From a Russian medium talking to the dead to H.G. Wells’ final …
The Beginnings of Part 3
If I had not foreseen it, I would feel more.More sadness.And I would have picked up the phone in innocence to hear of my grandmother’s death on early Sunday afternoon.
Not any Music
For nearly a week now I chose to not listen to any music, except for the odd joke. It has become a question of principle and self discipline.Matters of the mind. It had to think; it couldn’t be empty, even …