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
zondag 29 september 2013
vrijdag 20 september 2013
woensdag 11 september 2013
zondag 8 september 2013
AVENUES
My crucified DARWIN
Pastel painting on envelope and collage inspired by the Avenues poems by David Stone
vrijdag 6 september 2013
maandag 2 september 2013
MIDNIGHT UNDRESSED
Been burning the midnight oil again.
Guido, this poem was, in part,
inspired by your collages.
- E.
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MIDNIGHT UNDRESSED
he knew what the ocean wanted
it began with the painting of
he knew what the ocean wanted
it began with the painting of
a woman by Chardin and
a walrus that shut its eyes
in a darkened window
gifts drifted down at the hour
when the lotus eaters came alive
and the marble statue of Venus
slept under the dank portico
as a train raced by in the distance
gifts drifted down at the hour
when the lotus eaters came alive
and the marble statue of Venus
slept under the dank portico
as a train raced by in the distance
the drowning waited in vain
for someone to fish them out
for someone to fish them out
but the ocean reclaimed its prey
with a yawning and all were lost
the past couldn't be changed
any more than we could hope
to change the future because
one had vanished into memory
and the other did not exist
or the past might be transformed
but only by a trick on the memory
a past forever changing
without our knowing
as we slowly undress midnight
our loving fingers grope for
what no longer lives
with a yawning and all were lost
the past couldn't be changed
any more than we could hope
to change the future because
one had vanished into memory
and the other did not exist
or the past might be transformed
but only by a trick on the memory
a past forever changing
without our knowing
as we slowly undress midnight
our loving fingers grope for
what no longer lives
ERIC BASSO
August 30, 2013
zondag 1 september 2013
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