Category Archives: editor remark

…het meest gevreesde gebeuren ter wereld in een showcase!

….het is al langer bekend bij de gewone mensen: er gaat iets mis, er gaan dingen mis, er gaat iets goed mis, en het is te merken aan de stemming op straat en in de bus en in de supermarkt en winkeliers die klagen steen en been, reken maar dat als de middenstand gegoed of niet in beweging komt er iets gebeuren gaat in de samenleving, ‘t is gewoon zo…en met het oog op al the grote extremiteiten en poeha had ik zo bij mezelf gedacht: ik wilde wel dat ik eens iets heel lelijks kon maken, maar alle pogingen tot nu toe liepen op niets uit want ‘t meest wat ik doe komt uit mijn hart en dat is beslist een goed…

….hoe dan ook ik heb wat langer over deze tegenslag nagedacht, wie kaatst moet de bal verwachten en wie mooi wil zijn moet pijn lijden, nietwaar, en in dat verband is de Messias mij maar alvast te hulp gekomen, wat eerder dan dat voor iedereen zal zijn geschied uitzonderingen daargelaten maar men zij gewaarschuwd: zelfs een Messias heeft zo zijn streken en onverwachte luimen, hoe dan ook…ik werd ertoe gebracht op latere leeftijd cineastisch onderricht van hem te ontvangen volgens de methode Montessori, dat is een lesprogramma dat uitgaat van de mogelijkheden van het kind en niet van de onmogelijkheden, en zo heb ik mij ongemerkt door het licht van dit najaar laten inspireren en heb de camera van onder een dikke laag papieren uit een la tevoorschijn gehaald, daar lag hij feitelijk goed bewaakt want ik wist dat ik hem ooit nodig zou hebben en zo zie je maar, en ik ben in het donkere bos uitgekomen gewapend met alleen mijn camera en de ervaringen van penseel en verf en canvas, maar daar kom je in ‘t geval van een camera niet zover mee hoewel je er wel oog door hebt gekregen voor kleuren, streken, sfeer en het detail… te vaak moest ik ook immers denken ‘gelukkig de man die in God‘s aanschijn wandelt, hij slaagt in alles wat hij onderneemt’, nou ik kan jullie wel vertellen, dat is beslist niet waar en berust op een verdachte bijbelvertaling van het woord van God, dat is iets anders overigens dan die God zelf…maar ik wilde dus iets heel lelijks maken en ik heb dat onder de leiding van de zoon van de timmerman, en reken erop dat die kon timmeren, gedaan en deze wonderlijke, om niet te zeggen monsterlijke film vervaardigd en noch voor het gezichtbedrog, noch voor de camerabewegingen, noch voor de kleuren en vooral noch voor het door de hele film verschijnende witte licht acht ik mijzelf verantwoordelijk en verder was het een kwestie van de juiste knoppen vinden en daar ook op drukken… voila, de productie is zo af wat mij betreft, zie maar wat je vindt van dit voorbeeld van moderne art déco, ik geloof dat niemand ter wereld het me kan nadoen maar ja goed, of ik voor het examen thuis slagen zal is nog maar zeer de vraag, want zwarte Magica zit ook in ‘t spel en die timmerman moet het wel eens laten voor wat het is, althans zo doet hij zich dan voor, bedreven in dat spel al evenzeer, een mens zou er de rillingen van kunnen krijgen…verhuizen naar Hollywood zit er voor mij niet in, ik heb besloten aanleiding te zijn voor een originele filmkultuur van Nederlandse bodem, voor het overige, het zij me vergeven geloof ik, staatshoofden en regeringsleiders, kunstenaars en generaals der krijgsmacht, zijn dat vooral geworden omdat ze dingen vóór zich kunnen houden en dat is een feitelijk moeilijk te verteren kunst, alles went een keer, lul een end heen hoor je mij niet zeggen….

…en verder kijken jullie maar op de slechts gedeeltelijk te begrijpen technische details van:

http://github.com/BurrClem/hall-wall.wiki  ,petje af voor wie zo’n techniek begrijpen kan en toepassen, ik dus ook een beetje…..het heet GitHub…en het is sociaal….

…we don’t need to fear for the sunshine, isn’t it true?

Attalus amictus

Attalus amictus (Photo credit: J. Coelho)

 

….and the lamps in the sky still burn, and the freedom of man is still consistent above the reckless answers of ignorance, it is much more I could tell on the point following the actuality of one of my concerns but I don’t do like such wouldn’t be expected neither wished for so eagerly, keeping my solutions in my wallet for a later date….it is no time to do a bombing, it is rather the right moment to gather what has been dispersed and to conceal life as it was has been a hurried up hardship to all of us…and any culture is not just about providing for solutions and making reference to traditions, a culture too preserves the energies for a change in people’s destiny, what’s more I don’t like violence myself so why would you in a shape of being ‘them’ again and fall down back yourself on buttocks which deserve a better place at this my table, la table d’hôte soit être accompli par des visages de nouveau, autrement dit: wir brauchen kein Tapetenwechsel aber Apfelstudel from our mother’s kitchen…..11134 567565  33243 ….it has not my consent to put a fire where it shall not belong, teasing down an old one smouldering lint and I just say: on an old bike you got to learn it but did you ever ask yourself for what?

…finally you get to love the streets…and the pitlids tell tyhe story of the starting point, it’s a startling view for citizens and countrymen to let their ears not be lended in not any way….

….I can just imagine every detail, such is my secret of the understanding I did get, though me sometimes too got no time to borrow all details for giving my blood to any banker’s holidays’ purpose, would this be true it wouldn’t be so far away, a concordance between two nations sent down from heavens deciding, but believe, it is still far me seems to establish yet a conference table in Jerusalem for all nations, which to my proposal will and should come once like the solution NYC cannot provide for them, believe me, the rage of Bernice and the questioning of Attalus are not over with just every time this perseverance like a white rat clicking for one solution for all and just no si solutions where are no problems, sometimes people do astonish by their denying the seriousness, but let not then your hearts become disturbed: I just prefer now to have my silence like my cupboard’s slap and the tea of that, where should that end again?

…and am I now a hawk or pigeon I don’t care, the trembling came when I did see those pigeons make their courtesies always in pairs….I, thank you, I set my bid on red this time…thank you, thank you, I cannot accept…..it is the answering we need and with you me I needed…

the pathway is narrow but like any road it has a start and too an ending spot…

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bereft, bequoted, been judged out, would that be truth?

Vincent van Gogh: Kirschbaum. Frühjahr 1888, Ö...

Vincent van Gogh: Kirschbaum. Frühjahr 1888, Öl auf Leinwand, 72,4 x 53,3 cm, The Metropolitan Museum of Art (Mr. and Mrs. Henry, Ittleson Jr. Fund, 1956), New York (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

bereft, and nature answered

….though seemingly we are just weak in answer, not subjected to the matter of just someone bereft of all his work, we can admit the understanding against true thieves and rubbers nothing helps, but like this which happened to me still keeps the onlook of the mystery to my understanding and is innocent in its character like a bad children’s game, I have just like my justifying the way I am treated down to poor man’s state ’cause history had no different way for me to go….

and then…in the first place, though one would nearly think so, we don’t live on Staten Island New York City USA, and in the second place we cannot give the replay of the show Vincent van Gogh once did for a public I wouldn’t like to be now my concern like it would then have been yours too, and then, adherative, I didn’t show but still from recent date so much interest in society’s rules and regularities that I would be here to blame a good Lord’s answer in what He might have had in mind to be the way I went…so let me say, I care about you all by telling not so much of any detail in the post I had to keep, making my researches in the way like anybody can conceal just for himself: as a deliberate choice in a freedom far too much to wear, a follow-up of days of ancient kings and queens queuing for getting their result, like anybody knows the passed away are not too much esteemed for being clean….

the sea – thalassa, thalassa…

those are but dreams, my dear, but dreams….

Corinth

Corinth (Photo credit: photographical evidence)

 

….it must be seeing now and then, having the looks of that, I can go through the operation desert storm for what me is concerned, leaving the desert of my heart’s endeavours to the storms of my mind’s consorts…and who keeps the taste of the good word, in fall this functions better than in summertime, will think did heaven open then its gates and sent him down?

…it is poor me who answers on your questioning, a demand the more, and say to it: yes, have that, I came once down to earth from heaven’s answer in a time also in doubt and am for such things as well gifted as my nature is, and only those that are the truly faithful can agree to follow me and leave me to this heaven’s well conveyed decide: the coming down we did just once, and make yourself then just at ease with us, that’s all we wish and will be all we ask for, wearing no crown than cloudy nightcap and having no different place than just among the many, concealed like you are from history’s understanding times to be we’ll need you in another answer….

….Korinthos – ruins of agora..

…was it then in Korinthos we did once meet on the agora…I see you are becoming now interested, like the fame of Korinthos just shows in these hard days’ conveyances….we know a lot about, but even with no wink of my right eye I could then ever let the public know who I have been in that place now a ruin….and we know a lot about…and understand you in the way you cannot understand yourself…it must be the market will be opened to better treatment of the ships I did see landing down in the harbour of this city state once been..and should I still ask for permissions to understand it all from that point we now are chosen to and you can find?

…and for what’s more as a matter of this facts like Greeks of that time told each other to stay aware of kings and queens, those kings and queens did tell each other to keep aware of Greeks…..so feel no fears I would submit to times seductions or a purse demeanour of no value…we do already see horizons shining in our time which we all could never have expected…

chaste tree flowering…Greece

…it’s just fun for all those telling to the other side of their moonshined accounts: we have something of him, I can answer you with kind heart’s attention to the serious question of a free function in the web concerns: I do have also something just of you, and may I tell you then I am still grateful having not any coin, not even a obool or drachm, just my own purse content of some fancy being of no esteem into my house’ discussions, just lets agree I will pull down resisting nature for the answer of democracy, but rather I do doubt this is democracy at word…and I highlight the screens of heaven’s deciding on no good no deed no consort, I may ask you

: just let me to put it all in a right order to the state’s demands, we’ve time for that, we got the understanding needed, and after all life’s no bad choice to be respected and for a good deed‘s job too waited for…the pleasure then will be for me, the question leaving you….

….something of those goddesses and deities I must complain about with a smile of no imitated onlook: they do have children, do keep family, do show the sense for a tradition, and the man in this my story disappeared for rowing banks of ships or open fields of hunting, will be happy if they dream about their left behind concerns and meet naiads, nymphs, Erymii and the like, and do escape their treacherous double signs in just another sense for what it means to be, a truly free state of no state concern, a republic without laws, a kingdom seeing no people to be reigned…man as for my opinion did not change so much in two times thousand years, it has been his world to make the change, and we, we can just set out for chasing to the mid of that, like anybody knows you never find.

 

the change in sector seven meaning truth in sector ten

Maenad and two Satyrs

Maenad and two Satyrs (Photo credit: ForsterFoto)

 

Image  …it is my answer I am rather occupied with different things than all those you make worries in, and you, I give you after all, could take occasion to create just of the enterprise you exercised already for so many years a good time’s occupation of the like I have no time for, you know well….being it my destiny may be to have not any special tie nor aim, no reason to do anything but the good answers givin’ and to do what I do like the most: to formulate what you cannot, to give expression to the shows I’m in.

 

Meanwhile we can wait for any saying yes or no, we go on with our comprehensive catalogue of what we understood after a long time travel to the present of the day tonight, the coming back of what so true for any clerk of litterature, he writes alone, and has no shortage in his social life, together with my dog I will come home….

 

Image    its just good for any people to do sports, and like we understand the wage in temperate economy is in the back, the good being what we all know but seemingly I wouldn’t understand so well, it is dried up the well of Salmon, the well of Joseph and the pit of Sichem, and for upmost of my efforts it is to me but good…here we go again, we cry, and here I am will be, the so well understood system of a social life without complaints, will never end in sky’s onlookin’, the desert for a sturmy night, repeat of all what I did do in fowliedge and Bacchantic eye of evil, and we forget untill we have the truth and understand who moved us to this strange outlet of envied power not to see for ever any more….

 

….like we can trust our insight there is too the wisdom of man’s nature, too the wisdom of the gods, and to make for the match between them both will be too suddenly understood like challenging a Nobel prize he doesn’t want to get…..if you think I’ll ever make a peace you’re wrong, I distribute a swords design and antitanks in a papermoon bag of lavender with golden ribbons….the play is misfortunately harmless like the play of children, but miscalleneously serious for who joins the management of that love’s answerings…the details I will give when I have time…

 

….what’s more I cannot speak, tied like I am to thunderbird’s nails and chickenthief’s snail…with me just started something and I give it way, to be worked out in motivated answers….like you may understand: a pictures agent never is so talkative…I got my jobs again back from the battlefield of no one’s addict…

 

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a fairy tale which may exist….and that’s my answer….

13: Natural History

13: Natural History (Photo credit: practicalowl)

– barley – Krithe – Greece
– the grains of grace –

….in having no answer in details not so wished as one would think I give my answer on beforehand to the new devils to expect and nothing really changes….

….the games of women are not like the plays of man, the powder rooms gave sometimes more to understand than powdered wigs of history’s past retreats could ever have expected of the masses of their housewives, mothers of their sons, and all the veils written in the books are just not true for the spectator’s mind of this our age….really bad people we have never seen to lead the stage, villains have always quickly been sifted out of masses of the people’s choice for again a new Barabbas or the like its Brutus: so let them free, and let the doubts of my true rule then struck down clergyman’s endeavours to conceal….we just cannot accept a culture based on lies and on false hope to ever get a better fate, though put the question: is there then any better to earthly human destiny and choice?…

daphne

….so let me shuffle all the carts on this round table and give and retake and again ye give, like its you all mistrusting whether granddad will establish just the backlaureated rule of his past fame and become a second hispagnolo for the espadrilles liked so much by lady’s to be weared, by lads as well….becoming this our karate friend a ballet dancer and that my brother in law of the numbers a poet in the chiffres of another castle in the clouds….

….creation then, just which one would withhold the author of these verses to see it in the given deed composer’s own, creation then is still likeway wonderful than any man’s choice to show his back to screen’s delays…creation then is all the way what people make of given nature and a share in love, sealing a created culture over them to bind them all to just that one ideal: be free, and have to freedom’s choice the daphne’s of your destiny are more than laurae nobilae of pure man’s gold, a living freedom of those kept in houses is not to be uplooked…..neither to give like objects of envy, but more like this gifts of cultured family life destinies and answers furnished for to fetch them to our giving care about….

….it is already know to masses double names make double bills and stock exchange is also not a joy for many, be on the streets again, beloveth, and let me be then a nobility of soccer games….I pray you never think about what you can do, but just only leave to you yourself what you will do…forget about my taking any heritage I am not made for….

phloxinnia graeca

….and I could as well tell the people it is my destiny which is not my just and only choice to serve a better cathedral the need of people who don’t need me, I, me, I can tell you that like answer in your doubt: just do like me and do yourself what you expect of me…only told to you by just another villain fool of no choice between left and right, the androids are different from the andropoi….in me you’ll only find a Musa…..

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the devil’s cross-fading island….just a bungalow along the road…..

…it is not for a long time this situation all around you all will stay……it is just I got this continent to make you share in, this oriental land which is no land….a kingdom having no prince, a desert storm seeing no desert…..a poor man’s graveyard for having no answer for time’s powers, a story about values, gold, silver industry, land, actually warming itself with coal fires and woodshrubs…..a fallen into pieces reign of an old time dream…

…..I got no words enough to answer the demands for details, but in my details the answers will be scarce to find, the onlook in a general view being the better upload for a challenging throne and a longing for ideal world of a renewing empire, which I so dearly need….so guess you all about what I speak and save your answering to my ears because me knows too what’s the way of that and willing to assist a people still in  doubts I did not make create..

…..understand me well, the poor just trust those which will not come to get the capitals of riches they did earn….it is just so, the era is over once not started with a dreadlocks and a hairtail….the red booklet stolen from my pocket set into the shelve … it is just the peace of a nation which is warranted and finds no guarantees in any related mirror but the Fontainebleau castles of latest view..

…..poor us, it is not my servant striving for the fame to set his feet on stairs where they would not belong, it’s up to those which made their jobs with knowledge, saved their screens for better games, and have the expertise to furnish us with proper informations…and wear their duly Colbert suits in good moods of their time…..my servants mostly are unseen by outer choice or better than a long haired answer on the search for a weekend spencer imitating those which are supposed to be in office times…

…and understand us well, ye all which have a heart inside the tin chest I did give you once, we’ve done our efforts with the book on hemlocks for this lost empire of dragoonlike drake and temporary feeling, seeing its lands do  keep inside an old but precious system of waterworks and irrigation channels, landscapes and yards and upgrown trees and vegetation very rare…kept promises for better futures once to come…

…..but and eilasie, the systems failed to come with us over  time been building the nations pride, before no one had ever found the answer for the lacking of….so please I beg you now, do serve me well and just forget about my angers past, the poor rocket’s devil serving me will care my words are just well kept and distributed, leaving to me not any complaint, no word, no question, than the just and righteous silence my endangered empire needs…..

…..the smile of oriental mystery, the earning of a guarantee to what’s the aim of this my being, to give you peace, to make my world at ease with me, to get the emballage of this time’s overnight party service all out of the living rooms and back to the stables…..for now I play Mah-yong….

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the assistant of heaven’s laundry spoke to us…’your washing’s ready’…

miraculous landing – Paul Klee – 1920
– mixed technique

….and this is the word of the laundry’s boss: go you and hurry up ’cause it’s closing time and controls are on their way, and save your souls, all my machines did work and I did do my best to get your washing at first all white, I suppose that’s what you’re coming for, you false kings and queens of a household you cannot even manage to do yourself, I’ll send my assistants to you to tell you what you shall do, what not, and rather not what you think of this laundry’s shopkeeper he has not more to do but pleasing you, I’ll get an evening of hard work in just another job, so hurry up you with your whitewashed laundry, only having come to prove my machines wouldn’t do like you are exigizing…it is as it is written: don’t ask a lord to the proof, he’ll not answer you but by turning you down to earth and the hard stones of the square this beautiful laundrette found shopping place to and he’ll hurt you by just your weights…and will pull you at your feet, ’cause it’s a kind man you meet, not your boss but the shopkeeper, and you are the customers to my laundrette’s purposes…to earn your money due to me for a good washing….not like you do taking it from the purse of the butler or the maid……..

….who wants to dry his washing too shall leave his laundry here untill tomorrow morning eight, you’ll be the first and for the drying up I only ask two coins of a shilling, those you even don’t have in your pockets feeling yourself too good for that, or fearing for the pickpocket customs of my assistant, we are sorry, any shopkeeper bears his cross and we don’t speak about facts of the past…my assistant got his own rights….and not, heavens forsake, your treachery tricks on him…I hear you whispering in your chairs: he’s a mafioso king in secret, but the boss asks you: what’s so wrong with sincerity and silence that you whisper….?

….so go now, we’ve done our business….

etching by Harting Haarlem

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