cats in windows (2)

 

scheveningen 

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come my cantilations

Come my cantilations,
Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch and be done with them,
Hot sun, clear water, fresh wind,
Let me be free of pavements,
Let me be free of the printers.
Let come beautiful people
Wearing raw silk of good colour,
Let come the graceful speakers,
Let come the ready of wit,
Let come the gay of manner, the insolent and the exulting.
We speak of burnished lakes,
And of dry air, as clear as metal.

-Ezra Pound, 1914-

scheveningen 9:05

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echt keiveul sneeuw...

op 31 januari op de grøtåsløypa bij Nordseter
oh nee het was de loipe naar Sjusjøen,
want die dag op de grøtåsløypa was het zo koud
dat het fototoestel het niet meer deed...

your catfish friend

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
     one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
     of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
     somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
     at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them." 

-Richard Brautigan, 1967-

valentine dilemma

from xkcd
(wat is het toch heerlijk als je niet aan valentijnsdag doet ;)

scheveningen 17:03

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dust of snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

-Robert Frost, 1923-

onderweg...

bij -22 graden, geen kip te zien. zelfs te koud voor koffiepauze langs de route....
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