woensdag 19 januari 2011
zondag 16 januari 2011
zaterdag 15 januari 2011
The Black Angels - You in Colour
"Part Cherokee and
Quarter Shawnee
You saw what happened
At wounded Knee"
vrijdag 14 januari 2011
donderdag 13 januari 2011
zondag 9 januari 2011
dinsdag 4 januari 2011
vrijdag 31 december 2010
woensdag 29 december 2010
zondag 26 december 2010
zaterdag 25 december 2010
dinsdag 21 december 2010
zondag 19 december 2010
vrijdag 17 december 2010
dinsdag 14 december 2010
zondag 12 december 2010
zaterdag 11 december 2010
vrijdag 10 december 2010
zaterdag 4 december 2010
donderdag 2 december 2010
zondag 28 november 2010
maandag 22 november 2010
zaterdag 20 november 2010
zondag 14 november 2010
zaterdag 13 november 2010
vrijdag 12 november 2010
zondag 7 november 2010
zaterdag 6 november 2010
donderdag 4 november 2010
zondag 31 oktober 2010
zaterdag 30 oktober 2010
maandag 25 oktober 2010
"Just so"
" No time for tea or lemonade.
Some moments of the day
Were only half awake
Drink a toast to the sun
To the things that never go,
To the break of the day
That is all that I say"
Some moments of the day
Were only half awake
Drink a toast to the sun
To the things that never go,
To the break of the day
That is all that I say"
zondag 24 oktober 2010
zaterdag 23 oktober 2010
full moon rising

The Cat And The Moon - William Butler Yeats
The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet.
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
Labels:
onderweg,
ontmoetingen,
poetry,
staglieno
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