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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

vrijdag 22 juni 2012

MACHINE A VAPEUR AVEC LE SEUL BUT D’EVAPORER LES DIEUX ET DEESSES D’ANTAN


DREAM ABOUT A STEAM MACHINE WITH AS ONLY FUNCTION TO EVAPORATE
PAST GODS & GODDESSES
(automatic text) mailed to Sevgul Suner Dielemans in Belgium

Menacing clouds above Brussels,
above a strange looking rooftop.
Why is this stream of steam escaping now?
On the left I see 3 chimneys.
On the right of the rooftop there are 4 chimneys.

I demonstrate my middle finger to the closed skies,
shouting with the simplicity of a maiden voice:
god, or whatever, you only approve symmetry,
but I shall never recognize the wonder of your so-called cration,
your bipolar obsession for peace and harmony is leading to a blind
hatred for what seems to be according to your own standards
not to be in balance on a rooftop I am watching this moment.

The dark clouds open thru’ a sudden ray of sunshine
& god, or whatever, starts shouting back:
NO, NO, my only purpose with this creation
was that you all got a grip on things,
that you could become responsible yourself
of the order of disorder or the disorder of order.
I had no other ambition, really, this is true!
I don’t give a damn about fake equilibriums
which have NO or LITTLE importance at all in the run of time.
My brother, the devil, has explained this to you in detail, that was his mission after all,
but you have chosen to burn his voice at the stake, so stage fright were you all!
I only ask this small question through the loop-hole of your secured houses and fences:
WHEN WILL YOU BE READY TO CONTROL
OR UNCONTROL YOUR OWN GIVEN EXISTENCE?
Thunder and lightning echo that there is no difference or contradiction
in this challenge....

Of course, the voice continues, as one of the many gods
(and why did you start thinking that there is only one)
I can only define myself as an atheist,
so you morrons are able to earn the credit
of running your own lives, finally!

I bow my head & look to the rooftop
now bathed in golden sun light and I see that
3 chimneys are smoking white light,
the other 4 are spreading black light.

Steam blows from my nose, my body becomes machine!
All makes sense now.
In a jolly good mood I burn
the bible and other self proclaimed holy books,
so they can join the smoke.
I try to determine in which light they are transformed but honestly, I DO NOT KNOW !!!

Collage, photos and text: Guido Vermeulen, June 2012



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