woensdag 28 april 2010
dinsdag 20 april 2010
maandag 19 april 2010
zaterdag 17 april 2010
donderdag 15 april 2010
woensdag 14 april 2010
zondag 11 april 2010
MoMo10
Motel Mozaique 2010
hoogtepunten : Zon!, Everything Everything, Band of Horses, en (prachtig) DM Stith!
Dieptepunten : super onhandige parallel programmering van alles wat mooi is,
bandjes/optredens om bij weg te lopen, slecht geluid/veel geschreeuw weinig wol (Noah and the Wale, Hudson Mohawke).
onbevangen nieuwsgierigheid naar The Gaslamp Killer ruim voor 03.00 's nachts geheel vervlogen (veelsttelaat).
Beste plek: 3voor12 podium-tent (overigens geheel gratis).
vrijdag 9 april 2010
DM Stith
kijken of we dit nog kunnen meepakken!
za. 3 voor 12 tent/ Motel Mozaique 2010
" how many things, how many things can i say to you?
and expect shock-horror, shock-horror, shock-horror hallelujah
to descend again in sweet oblation
your God's a lion, recently fed, drowsy
and the body, the body, the body, the body it waits
for obliteration"
maandag 5 april 2010
roadkill
Voor de deur, een haas...
Roadkill.. helemaal vers en niet platgereden.
Kyl duikt in het SAS handboek. (Eindelijk eens uit de boekenkast, dat boek ;-)
Leerzaam proces.
Je moet er een sterke maag voor hebben
maar ook 'eerlijk'
Alles stap voor stap tot het looien van de huid toe.
Over 3 dagen 'hazenpeper' volgens klassiek recept.
maandag 29 maart 2010
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!'
.
"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
woensdag 17 maart 2010
zondag 14 maart 2010
vrijdag 12 maart 2010
donderdag 11 maart 2010
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
- Paul Bowles
zaterdag 6 maart 2010
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.
'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.
vrijdag 5 maart 2010
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