Meditation on Beauty
Begin with breathing, as usual. Today we think about beauty. Let us be aware of all the preconceptions and just look at them in our mind. Symmetrical patterns. Some sort of similarity with things we expect to give us pleasure. An evolutionary side effect like a peacock feathers that for the female peacock are not ...
Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. William Shakespeare
yesterday the street I live in became new to me I saw blushing windows in its bend and wound-up cars following the curvature the signs on the rooftops read names I had not noticed before behind a rusty gate the glimpse of an overgrown trellis the scent of blossom rushing in from another season in ...
Reading: So Little Depends by Miguel-Manso
website of Poetry International. So Little Depends you prefer the corner, the hidden place the foliage, the shadow, the room, this sack of wheat: textual gold spread out on the old secretaire of the real outside the blaze of the wood the quick glazing of the fields here inside, less leeway – another panorama: simply ...
Reading: Singidunum by Nina Stojkovic
Nina Ian Bourgeot.
Appeal to the electric god
Connect my head to your terminal with a fiber optic cable I'll waive my right to an eternity of not-me Have you noticed I am blushing? What can you infer from that? That I am excited, good. So you know everything about me. How, like most people, I doubly failed at Oedipus How I enjoy ...
Meditation on friendship
Close your eyes. Breathe calmly. You sit here alone, master of your own thoughts. Imagine I am talking to you. I want to know what friendship means. Quickly, construct a differentiation. Which opposite op 'friend' have you found? Mere acquaintance? Or: enemy? But what can we say about a thing of which we cannot determine the ...
The Good Life
Mark likes to play computer games. In real life he fixes televisions. There are solder spots on his hands, when he sends his armies to the front lines. Paul, who measures buildings before they are inhabited, enjoys spinning a lifetime of infinities in his mind. Oscar, the media guy, prefers sitting in the sun. Justine ...
Pissing with Ginsberg
I still piss a powerful stream the color of the sun a sizzling fountain that sounds like spring has arrived in my toilet bowl. bowl! bowl!
Small big data
Today's hype is Big Data. As with other hypes, such as 'sharing economy', 'cloud', 'blockchain', the hype is simultaneously promoted as a commercial instrument that is indispensable for companies and as a pervasive phenomenon that redefines the fabric of society. Every big corporation sits on a heap of big data about their customers. Statistical analysis ...
But how can art keep us alive when it cannot kill us?
Free speech is the whole thing, the whole ball game. Free speech is life itself. - Salman Rushdie
“Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: All of them make me laugh.” — W.H. Auden
Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before. - Audre Lorde
Will you cup your hand…
Will you cup your hand around my warm balls? I suffered from mild nihilism, and the common flu So I waltz to the edge of music, where the falls endure. I have so many more unsayables for you.
Reading: Archibald by John Betjeman
Legendary poet laureate of the UK