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PAINTINGS BY EMMY VERSCHOOR

VOOR EMMY

Voor Emmy

Zijn het pluimen of bladeren
die ontsnappen uit je binnenste hartkamer
of is het de gloed van de kleur van kloppend bloed
hunkerend naar de stilte van rimpelloos
Water?

Als haar handen vloeibaar worden
krijgt de piano vleugels op het doek
Een boom verbijt haar vergezicht
In de diepte luisteren wortels verrukt
naar de zachte braille van haar bestaan
Tuinen hangen van de wolken
omlaag, omhoog groeien vreemde bloemen
uit een ingebeelde notenbalk.

Guido Vermeulen
14 november 2011


Muziek bij de video: Claude Debussy

dinsdag 19 augustus 2014

EBB



                      EBB


        something to muffle the screams
        coming from the beggars' yard

        the smile on the last page of
        the last ledger lies here
        cool beneath this bridge of grass

        they told me we were approaching
        an area of possible turbulence

        I stood still and did not move
        frozen in my tracks playing
        the fool who was never there

        the fool you see lurching
        out of the corner of your eye

        the club foot desperately seeking
        some new city of estrangement

       


August 9,2014
ERIC BASSO


The bicycle review published 2 poems by Eric Basso, on p 10 and on p 66-67

Online liks is:

woensdag 23 juli 2014

THE DARK MEN

THE DARK MEN


                they told me all about them
                the Dark Men les hommes noirs

           orange and yellow dapplings
             move with the breeze sway
               of leafy shadows on the wall
            minutes before they go dark
             dark as the Dark Men

            we cannot see the Dark Men
              but feel their presence near
            as they lead us down footpaths
          we could never find on our own

          footpaths twist into a labyrinth
                and we know the difference
              between a labyrinth and a maze
                the former a cul-de-sac with
            no side channels to be lost in

          the latter all maddening
                passages and hairpin turns
              most of which lead nowhere

              there is no need here for
                Theseus' legendary precaution
           the way out lies in turning
             back the way you came

           in the distance a flinty whine
          which no one can place
          echoing from the stone depths
           all that remains of the Dark Men

                the clockwork mechanism
                of a long vanished automaton


(c) ERIC BASSO       

July 21, 2014

maandag 30 juni 2014

dinsdag 24 juni 2014

Bravisima Resena












Cover and selection of pages of an
Artist book
collaboration between
John M Bennett
and
Diana Magallon

Luna Bisonte Prods 2014
32 pages A5

vrijdag 6 juni 2014

STELE poem

STELE


           traveler take heed
              for these words
        struck in stone
        are the will of
        the Emperor of
          Aphinar

        you've passed through
           seasons of thirst
               through cities
          swallowed by night
              and crossed the margin
          of eternal silence

              the owl sleeping
                in the tree
             will never wake

        traveler take heed
              to the Emperor's will
           carved deep into
                this memorial stone
             stamped with the seal
           of His reign

            for to this place
               you have sent your soul
        in a dream



© ERIC BASSO

      June 4, 2014