Acrylic paint on canvas
70x90cm
donderdag 6 september 2012
woensdag 5 september 2012
DEITY AND THE MEANS FOR CONFLICT
Thick dark night
Darling crimson smear
Deity of the damping manhole
Staircases to nowhere
Dogs of oblivion
Sons of Moloch
Shiny, shiny Bismarck slowly
heading headlong
To the bottom of the abyss
The sense of tragedy coming from
every windowpane
Carelessly strewn
Raw and
Vile and eminent
Transcendental and dada as a bearing
Ominous and potent
Howl, howl, howl inside
You old fruit
Buck your head against the wall
Drag your baggage as a yoke
Be gagged and mute
maandag 3 september 2012
vrijdag 31 augustus 2012
zondag 26 augustus 2012
zaterdag 25 augustus 2012
MOMENTS AFTER THE GUESTS LEFT
What would happen if I would fit in the world around me?
Would I feel naked and bare with
ironed out discrepancies?
Would words come in unmangled?
While my soul is being untangled
Would I bring the house down?
Me behind a curtain with an
unsubdued frown
Would I take part in the orgy of existence?
Swim against the stream?
Sweet yearning
Sweet hopes
Sweet dreams
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