zaterdag 27 maart 2010

wakker


en dichtbij in droom



O Mensch! Gib acht!
Was spricht die tiefe Mitternacht?
'Ich schlief, ich schlief -,
Aus tiefem Traum bin ich erwacht: -
Die Welt ist tief,
Und tiefer als der Tag gedacht.
Tief ist ihr Weh -,
Lust - tiefer noch als Herzeleid:
Weh spricht: Vergeh!
Doch alle Lust will Ewigkeit -,
- Will tiefe, tiefe Ewigkeit!'

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"Das trunkene Lied"

Friedrich Nietzsche

vrijdag 26 maart 2010

Kyl (wie anders ;-)



" in de tuin "
-hier ligt das, hij is dood
over 2 jaar
leggen we m bloot-

volgens mij precies dit weekend 2 jaar geleden....

vrijdag 19 maart 2010

laika



lost in space Laika


'Anyone who plucks these apples will be like the gods, knowing past and future as though they were today.'
'That would be a blessing for mankind.''
'That would be a curse,' said Hera.

'Weight' Jeanette Winterson

vrijdag 12 maart 2010

Katzenjammer


'nog een liedje, nog een liedje'...! :-)

dinsdag 9 maart 2010

the sheltering sky

"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless"
- Paul Bowles

zaterdag 6 maart 2010

H+


Human-animal hybrids by Australian artist Patricia Piccini

Beware the Jabberwock

Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.