hoera ticket voor de première!

voetjes

treinen @020

The Horrors 18/2/2010 @ Doornroosje

EELS

knappe video van EELS,
doet me aan Švankmajer denken. Erg gaaf.

the Veils - 12/2/10 effenaar

Jonsi

Jónsi - Go Do from Jónsi on Vimeo.

it wasn't me

plannen

Lente in Praag, zomer in Genova
klik hier : Staglieno

cheshire cat

Sergey Tyukanov




" Cheshire Cat: All ways here you see, are the queens ways!

Alice: But I've never met any queen.

Cheshire Cat: You haven't? You ha-ven't?
Oh, but you must!
She'll be mad about you,
simply mad! "

Tim Burton's : Alice in Wonderland (Teaser) from Vanspauwen Glenn on Vimeo.

dino & the lobster MOV

dikke sneeuwpret met Kyl :-)

Julia Stone

Nishikigoi

fris en stil

kasteeltuin geldrop

world of wisdom

Cat

The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in gloom --
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.

J.R.R. Tolkien

tidymonster

klik:scary

Owl Wolf Ghost

Owl Wolf Ghost Paula Bohince

‘And when I found the door was shut,
I tried to turn the handle, but – ‘


Through The Looking-Glass

noten boom

hello canon Ixus 100 IS

zondag morgen in het bos

bye bye sony cyber-shot

O&N in Raalte

vuurwerk ophalen

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