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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

woensdag 14 september 2011

THE SECRET OF HURRICANES (stage 5)



Novel by Theresa Willimams, 2002, Mac Adam/ Cage Publishing San Francisco
ISBN 1-931561-10-9, 212 pages

To thank Theresa I wrote this poetic prose in form of a letter:

Dear Theresa,

See
how the animals of the night
disintegrate & perish by the light
of invading colors

See
how the sun is a vicious murderer
& darkness agonizes
in the silent transition
from dusk till dawn

See
how the slime of slugs trace
back the time of fading night
See
how air evaporates in bursting lungs
how earth bleeds from the furious ferocious merry-go-round
of raging progress in an empty nutshell

See
how Hélènes wolves howl
to the sky were Allen disappeared
how animals die with the simplicity
of absolute trust in an exploding eye ball

See
how Fall proceeds Winter
& snow concludes a done deal

See
how skin is found on skin
& nobody lifts a finger to the executioner
of the weeping clouds

See
how rivers dry to make patterns
& write asemics for the mind
how easy it becomes to loose that
treasure in the heat of nearby morning

See
how words hanging from the ceiling
have lost their meaning & reason to be
in thimbles made of papier maché
See
how the peace of sleep ends
by the envy of poisonous greens

See
how stray cats came to conquer
a fat heart that beats too fast

See
how bric-a-brac & trick a track are neighbors
in the sounds escaping from the prison door
how cold vowels of the moon vanish like a lady
between the bittersweet teeth of imperial sun

See
how breadcrumbs are no longer a salvation
for migrating night birds from the forest Hunger

See
how the secrets of hurricanes
have no mercy for a nazi god

See
how fire burns the skin of night
& blinds my deeply troubled
retina as an unwilling
sacrifice for the eye of Snake

Bu also see at last
how the water of knowledge resists
& is still alive in the hidden beauty
of our inner eye …


Guido Vermeulen
6-7 September 2011


Intertextual references:
The secret of hurricanes, novel by Theresa Williams.
Nazi god, expression I loved in that novel (my own "the executioner of clouds" is another shape of the nazi god).
Hélène's wolves, pianist Hélène Grimaud uses her concert money to raise wolves again in the wild.
Howl and Allen, see Ginsberg.

This text is also linked with a new large painting I made. I'll publish images later.
Done. So this text is stage 5 in fact, written after the completion of the painting and after reading 7 chapters of this gripping book!

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