Tuesday, December 16, 2008

her/him

snow-white/cook
nut-cracker/wash
dancing/dishes
ink-pens/first word
drawing/ball
numbers/light-switch
moon/ask for
phases/help
reading/little hand
slide-bed/pulling
film-making/big hand
horses/empty
cows/dishwasher
sad eyes/dancing
dogs/birds
godd/ess
etc.

corners of my house




(see Keri Smith, How to be an explorer of the world)

who said you had to go to seedy tenements in bad new york neighbourhoods to get the paul auster, charles bukowski, leonard cohen feeling? why, my house does a fine job...

advent


Friday, December 12, 2008

Monday, December 08, 2008

artist date #2

the challenge: "to find two fabric items at the kringloop, chosen solely for their prettiness, and to deconstruct and reconstruct them into as many different items as possible as fast as possible"

the items: blue lambswool sweater, flower-pattern nightie

the price: 1,50 euro

the results: a hip-skirt with belt; funky patch to mend torn woolen caleçon; blue wool leg warmers; winter joker hat; stella the fruit bat.




Sunday, December 07, 2008

90


my grand-father has turned 90 today.
Pozdravljaju s dnem rozhdenja, ded! kakoj ty u nas molodets... i krasavits! krepko tseluju tebja i zhelaju tebe eshe mnogo mnogo schestlivyx let.

sinterklaas



...


to show up
at the page
at the needle
at the thread
at the pen
tired
sad
elated
beating pulse
in the temple

to show up
hands frozen
hands open
pulse in the heart
of the hand

to show up
to pick up
the needle
to thread
the pen

to wait

breathing

to wait

to move
a little
gentle
darning
or
drawing the sky
down
or ...

moving
fingers
still
heart

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

restless


leaky toilet
running water
restless
all the pens run out of ink
restless
cold fingers
wrapping yarn
hand to elbow
leaky toilet
restless
endless
stories
in my head
restless
'if i had...
will she now...
and what if...
wrong! wrong! wrong!
me she her me wrong!'
restless
cold fingers
wrapping yarn
elbow to
clenched jaw

...

outside the window
the endless sky
shape-shifted
one million times
in the times it took
for one same small story
to spin one same small circle
again and again
in my head...