A collective blog on the fusion between art-literature-poetry and music or how these different disciplines interacted and amused themselves and were muses for each other at the same time. This blog invites authors also to publish their own work on LAMUSAR or to give comments on books they like and why?! If you hesitate, let you inspire by these words received from the Fiji Isles: SMALL IS BEAUTIFUL, MANY SMALLS IS BIG! (Simonne Pauwels)
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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
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
zaterdag 28 januari 2012
THE DEGENERATED SLEEPERS
Several stages of a larger painting, inspired by one of the first «shocking» novels by the Flemish writer Ward Ruyslinck, published in 1957.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ward_Ruyslinck
woensdag 25 januari 2012
I WAS BORN IN A CLOUD
A5 painted envelope based on the SNOWFLAKE song by Kate Bush from the album 50 WORDS FOR SNOW;
mailed to Theresa Williams, USA
BLUESETTE
Small painted envelope as tribute to a jazz standard by Toots Thielemans
mailed to Henning Mittendorf in Germany
BLINDED
Postcard size painting inspired by the song
«Blinded, all pride aside, I was blinded»
from Geike Arnaert; album «In the beauty of confusion»
dinsdag 24 januari 2012
EXPECTING A STAR
Collages by Guido Vermeulen around a short text by Ginger Mayerson, USA
She was expecting a baby.
“What are you having?” he wondered, watching the sunset.
“I think it’s going to be a star,” she said quietly, answering his thoughts.
He only smiled, caressing her head. She still looked like a girl—slim and lithe, her shoulders buried in a golden waterfall of hair.
Last time she gave birth to a wave. Emerald green—just like the color of her eyes—and it added music to the ocean.
“The ocean is silent on the inside and sounding on the outside,” she had said. “It needs music...” She had not known she was pregnant with the wave.
The complete text of this short story can be read on
http://wapshottpress.com/about-the-wapshott-press/fiction-journals/storylandia-issn-1947-5349/issue-6/
AT THE TIER GARDEN
Small painted envelope for David Stone around another fragment from his poem The crystal Band
At the Tier garden
some animals bred
stranger than thought
could ever bear
THE BYPASS
Large painted envelope for Eniko Lini and Emil Dobriban in Romania
around a short poem inspired by David Stone’s ongoing BLACKBIRD project
The bypass of the night
liberates coaldust energy
dark oxygen to blind the crows
and ravens without any inner sight
maandag 23 januari 2012
zaterdag 21 januari 2012
dinsdag 17 januari 2012
THE CRYSTAL BAND
Small painted envelope around a quote from a new poem by David Stone
From The crystal Band:
«Hounds smelled the flesh
of old sea monsters.»
maandag 16 januari 2012
woensdag 11 januari 2012
TRIBUTE TO HENRI MICHAUX
8 pages A5 portrait size contribution to artist VISPO book on which artists have influenced you in your life: I choose Henri Michaux, each page connected with letter of his name and a quote I translated from the French
Drugs bore us with their promised paradise.
That they give us wisdom instead because we are not living
a century away from paradise.
Henri Michaux
Once I was a word that tried to move with the speed of thought
Henri Michaux
I started drawing to liberate myself from words
Henri Michaux
In the night in the night I was one with the night
in a night without limits in the night
Henri Michaux
It is wrong to think that thought can be expressed by words.
They are not satisfactory ways of expressions!
Gestures, mime, sounds, lines and colors,
those are primitive, pure and direct ways of expression.
Henri Michaux
Draw without any particular intention,
doodle machinewise,
almost always faces appear on paper
Henri Michaux
Mankind, look to yourself in the mirror of paper
Henri Michaux
Faces of childhood, faces that do not believe
that everything is solved by the passage to becoming adult
Henri Michaux
dinsdag 10 januari 2012
donderdag 5 januari 2012
woensdag 4 januari 2012
HAIKU for MICHE
Small painted envelope for Miche van Den Broeck in Belgium
Uit mijn hoofd stijgen
op gedachten als vliegen
graag en stervensklaar
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