mijn paard is dik

kyl's vuurspuger

winterwende

K laat me herinneren, sneeuw is warm...

fun!

VROM's delfsblauwe kerstballen mixen mooi met de ijspegels

Patrick Watson

kampioen uitbreken

door het raam

Through Nightmare

Never be disenchanted of
That place you sometimes dream yourself into,
Lying at large remove beyond all dream,
Or those you find there, though but seldom
In their company seated -

The untameable, the live, the gentle.
Have you not known them? Whom? They carry
Time looped so river-wise about their house
There's no way in by history's road
To name or number them.

In your sleepy eyes I read the journey
Of which disjointedly you tell; which stirs
My loving admiration, that you should travel
Through nightmare to a lost and moated land,
Who are timorous by nature.

Robert Graves

houvanwinterkou

Leonard Cohen

the Goat and I

Robert William Service - The Goat And I

Each sunny day upon my way
A goat I pass;
He has a beard of silver grey,
A bell of brass.
And all the while I am in sight
He seems to muse,
And stares at me with all his might
And chews and chews.

Upon the hill so thymy sweet
With joy of Spring,
He hails me with a tiny bleat
Of welcoming.
Though half the globe is drenched with blood
And cities flare,
Contentedly he chews the cud
And does not care.

Oh gentle friend, I know not what
Your age may be,
But of my years I'd give the lot
Yet left to me,
To chew a thistle and not choke,
But bright of eye
Gaze at the old world-weary bloke
Who hobbles by.

Alas! though bards make verse sublime,
And lines to quote,
It takes a fool like me to rhyme
About a goat.

Kunst in de markt - arnhem

KIM op bezoek bij de expo van Han

woensdag middag college

Symposium 'heksendans en pelgrimstocht'
Vormen van moderne spiritualiteit @ Radboud universiteit
met Herman Vuijsje en Susan Smit

The Antlers

shamanic vision

"The danger, however, is not less real because it is imaginary; imagination acts upon man as really as does gravitation, and may kill him as certainly as a dose of prussic acid." (Frazer-The Golden bow "Tabooed Things".)

kind in de boom

Fall Song
Mary Oliver

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries - roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This

I try to remember when time's measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay - how everything lives, shifting

from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.

oersoep

La muse malade

The Sick Muse

My poor Muse, alas! what ails you today?
Your hollow eyes are full of nocturnal visions;
I see in turn reflected on your face
Horror and madness, cold and taciturn.
Have the green succubus, the rosy elf,
Poured out for you love and fear from their urns?
Has the hand of Nightmare, cruel and despotic,
Plunged you to the bottom of some weird Minturnae?
I would that your bosom, fragrant with health,
Were constantly the dwelling place of noble thoughts,
And that your Christian blood would flow in rhythmic waves
Like the measured sounds of ancient verse,
Over which reign in turn the father of all songs,
Phoebus, and the great Pan, lord of harvest.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)


The Sick Muse

What's the matter with you today, Muse?
Are you going to tell me about last night's visions,
Heads on spikes, natives dancing a frenzied juba,
And all kinds of other stuff?
Oh you pink-lipped succubus!
You just don't want me to shoot into you.
You say you drowned, at Actium or Lepanto.
Again? What a nightmare.
I only want you to heave health
Be thinking of strongly urged Christian Things
And you tied to a bed
So, count it out and
Moan your dirge —
I'm climbing on.
— Will Schmitz

Katzenjammer

love this :-)

opklaring

The dead weather

School of seven bels

Halloween in appeltern

herfstvakantie & knutselen :-)

Ent @ Scarecrow festival V'waard

het bos in met kizmo en gaudi

Kyl? wasdit?

nabij de Leurse boswinkel

soeterbeek programma @ RU

prachtige film " the fall" gezien tijdens een filmdebat met lezingen
'Kwaliteit van kunst. Hoge en lage cultuur in discussie'.
(Quentin Tarantino meets Dennis Potter... maar dan anders :-)

The road less traveled

Tijdens herfstwandeling door het gebied van de Maurik (landgoed Tongelaar)
oog in oog met deze trotse Hooglander



The Road Not Taken - by Robert Frost

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference"

vliegenzwammen!

De vliegenzwam valt sinds het verbod op paddo's (dec 2008) onder de opiumwet
tja...wat zullen we daar van zeggen

rondje " de kuilen"

Alice in wonderland -2010

Burton's lovely touch of darkness

bizar

gebroken vooras onder het rijden. Blij dat ie niet over de kop ging.... blik op de weg vind het ook vreemd

sommige kinderen zijn toe aan de middelbare school...andere zouden liever nog een tijdje in het bos blijven rondrennen...

skybox

erg aanstekelijk die opstijg-pret van de ballonvaarders :-)

wandelen

Viva!

Het festival van SC heeft dan een ander onderkomen
maar mijn all time favorite pub keeps the dream alive :-)

hide&seek

ooijpolder - onverwachte ontmoetingen