An easy path? / Een makkelijk pad?

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Dada, emptiness, fotografie, gedicht, kunst, painting, photography, poetry, poezie, schilderij

Obstacle

Wandering in the forest / the frst impression was / to be confronted by obstacles. //

However, at close inspection / the elements had been constructed /

to bridge a gap.

Obstakel

Dwalend door het bos / was de eerste indruk / te stuiten op obstakels. //

Maar, bij nadere inspectie / bleken de elementen te zijn ontworpen /

om een kloof te dichten.

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Do not enter

The medium is clear / that of mixed-media. //

The intention, no … /

the aim is to provide / an easy path through the delta /

of my inner meandering.

Ga niet binnen

Het medium is helder / dat van gemengde techniek. //

De bedoeling, nee … /

het doel is het verschaffen / van een makkelijk pad door de delta /

van mijn innerlijke kronkels.

 

(text and photographs (c) Drager Meurtant, 2017)

Borders, boundaries, barriers and walls

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barrier, confinement, defense, demolition, destruction, limitation, obstruction, position, wall

Humans, and other animals, perhaps even some trees and plants, create borders to defend oneself, to keep out others, or – as an alternative – to lock (imprison) an opponent or prey.

Walking in the mountains, along old pathways of minimal capacity, I encountered barriers formed by steep rocks, that often forced me to return. At other moments, the physical capacity and lack of endurance within, blocked my way of going.

When examining the meaning, or the effect, of a wall (boundary, barrier or border) encountered on our path, or raised by ourselves as means of confinement or defense, differences become evident, depending upon our position.

In five images and texts, I will illustrate these differences.

(1) Bricks (for instance)

Take bricks, for instance / and put them on top / of one another. // This will separate / two parts. // The one you’re in / and the one you’re not in. // Didn’t realize before / that death was just another wall.

 

(2) From the outer into the inner world

Although the world / of our neighbours often looks better / than our own / most people will stick where they are. //

Here / is the passage / from the outer world / into the inner world / but it can be reached only / by crawling in between two iron plates.

 

(3) YOU CANNOT RESTRAIN ME: “No, you can’t “

(related is the following imaginary sensation)

 

(4) Locked

“For a long time / I was locked / in myself / and in the eyes / of other people. //

Until the pressure / became too high / that made me explode”.

(echo from ‘Keefman’, bundle by dutch poet Jan Arends)

 

(4) Every grain of sand

My feet wear off / on a road / that is not indicated. //

Down to the raw flesh and / the pain tells / there is no end /

other than unexpected / as destined by hazard, /

that is bloodless, and astir.

(c) Drager Meurtant, photos and texts 2014-2017)

Wrong mindset

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coping, fotografie, gedicht, gezondheid, health, nothingness, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie

Motive

Over the past months, I had to adress problems of the mind. Outside of me (see “Neighbour”) and inside me (see “Pressing”)

Motief

In de afgelopen maanden, moest ik aandacht geven aan een aantal problemen van de geest, in de omgeving, zie “Buurman”, en van binnen, zie “Drukkend” )

(1) Neighbour

“My neighbour is a person / with some fixations.”

“Mijn buurman is iemand / met fixaties.”

 

(2) Pressing

My thoughts / are creeping in front of me / in the twilight,

between coiling branches / of bushes left and right,

aimless / and estranged.

And I’m stuck and / bound / by the channels that /

I feed.

Drukkend

Mijn gedachten / kruipen voor me uit / in het schemer,

tussen de kronkelende takken / van struiken links en rechts,

doelloos / en vervreemd.

En ik zit eraan vast / gebonden / door de kanalen die /

ik voed.

(01-07-2017, (c) Drager Meurtant)

Contemplations

In this posting, some contemplations are given (form poem + image, in English and in Dutch)

(1) Feather

When I escape through a narrow / cleft, dancing, / the reproach will resonate / that I evade God. // When this poems falls / touches ground, / the earth will not tremble. // Light as a feather / writes my pencil.

Veder

Als ik de dans ontspring, / zal het verwijt klinken, dat ik God ontwijk. // Als het gedicht valt, de grond raakt, trilt de aarde niet. // Vederlicht / schrijft m’n pen.

(2) Need of War

Now what / if they want to take this stronghold? // Then there is no other choice / and blood will feed the soil / and our sons and daughters will die / for the great honor / of serving the mighty ME. //

But what, if there ain’t nothing in it? // Then their death will be in vain / and even more to admire.

De noodzaak van oorlog

En wat te doen / als de vijand deze versterking in wil nemen? // Dan is er geen andere keus / en bloed zal de bodem voeden / en onze zonen en dochters zullen sterven / voor de grote eer / de machtige MIJ te dienen. //

Maar wat / als er niets in steekt? // Dan zal hun dood ijdel zijn / en des te meer te vereren.

3. Beyond the earth

Beyond the earth / there was no sense / of black and white. // There was no recollection / and no mirror. // There was only / a void of movement / and lice.

Voorbij de aarde
Voorbij de aarde / was er geen besef / van zwart en wit. // Er was geen herinnering / en geen spiegel. // Er was alleen / een leegte van bewegen / en luizen.

The wholeness of elements

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assemblage, Dada, essential, fotografie, found-object, independent art, installation, kunst, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie

An essay as Drager Meurtant, titled “Assemblages: the entrails explained”, has been published end of 2015 in Axon Journal Issue 9 (on assemblage, free on line access).

In the form of a poem, the essence of creation of assemblage can be formulated as follows:

Painting elements

Elementary pain / fits the precisionist. // When hammer hits thumb, / the outcry / of the artist / becomes the glue / of the assemblage. // And paint / drenches the pieces / into steady oneness.

Assemblage, wood, metal, glass, paint; http://www.meurtant.exto.org (2014, in private collection)

Installations are different.

This artist must take more time to get to the essence of installations. Here are just two examples (first image, then text):

Drone just landed in a meadow

This drone does not spy nor harm / except blades of grass / and only if pushed.
(One unique printed photo on aluminium available at 36 x 28 cm, 2013)

Bao Strictcontor

In particular / at the end of day / is the bao strictcontor / subspecies Grohe / at its deadliest. / The bite can come / from the crane-shaped head / and also the circular mails / of the many tails / contain a stealthy poison / that at long stand-still / causes death of veterans. (80 x 40 x 25 cm, 2013)

 

One-hunderd-thousand miles away from nothingness

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emptiness, nothingness, philosophy

On some occasions, one comes at a particular place or view, that appears empty, or even dull. Yet, at longer inspection, and at closer look, elements arise, that have ‘content’, or background. At further consideration, connections and interplay become visible, that demonstrate that the place (or view) is far from being empty, and its image fits within the theme “one-hundred-thousand miles away from nothingness.”

Road to emptiness

I looked around the corner / and you can accept my word for it / this road leads nowhere / or atmost, it leads to emptiness.

(images 1, 2 & 3 made during walk in February 2015)

“100,000 miles away from nothingness”. if you type that phrase, and search for it on the world-wide-web, a band by the name of ‘cult to follow’ appears. with a song this is nicely written, but the opposite from what I want to express.

That is, to imagine – by light-writing or photography – the state of nothingness, that was around before. Before we were, before our ancestors were. A state that lasted eons longer than the minutes of our life.
Concrete: can you from time to time make a photograph that has so little noice, sound, surface, that terms like ’emptiness, idleness, nothingness are approximated. If so, keep still…

Black heap and no more

(could talk more than one hour about what’s more)

 

Shattered

Whether these are memories / or reflections, /  that does not matter. // When frames crumble /  or even pillars tall / then both memories and reflections / will rumble and fall.

 

Imagination helps. Thus, when arriving at a spot where not much is happening, figures may appear, that start talking….

Forgotten

P: “You forgot something.”

Q: “What are you saying?”

P: “You forgot something.”

Q: “That’s what you think.”

passing a demolition site, April 2015

The Appearance of Structure

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fotografie, found-object, gedicht, kunst, photography, poetry, poezie

Structure

In the street you may find / light and dark,

the first often seen as clear / the second as obscure.

 

My words point to the opposite,

My words are in vain,

The listener just went around the corner.

 

 

Now on the issue “appearance”, the following image and poem:

Demonstration

 

This is an illusion / not an appearance of live being / nor demon.

Unexpected meetings and illusions / have much in common.

 

 

About light

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essence, essential, fotografie, gedicht, kunst, photography, poetry, poezie

Drowning / Verdrinking

When light falls / on the surface / it hesitates half a second / before drowning

Als licht valt / op het oppervlak / aarzelt het een halve seconde / alvorens te verdrinken.

(And a second thought / En een tweede overdenking)

Piles / Stapels

One by one / I will withdraw / the words spoken / until this poem / is an empty hull.

Eén voor één / zal ik de woorden terugnemen / die zijn gesproken / tot dit gedicht / een lege huls is.

(And the last consideration for today / de laatste overdenking vandaag)

On Guard / Op Wacht

There is one dog / on guard. // And that is more / than enough.

Er loopt één waakhond. // En dat is meer / dan genoeg.

Inval nabij

Tags

Dada, donker, gedicht, poezie

Zacht zuigen tenen / aan de klefheid / van net gestort beton.

In trage tred / gaan gedachten / in het rond.

Afdrukken / malen stroom, / die voeten / grijs doet stollen.

De gang / van troebel / denken / trekt / strakke cirkels.

Alles wijst / op een doorbraak.

(c) Drager Meurtant, ongeveer 2003; foto van 2015)

One poem – Eén gedicht

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collage, kunst, poetry, poezie

(in English)

Crossing

The images that cross / the web of / my experiences,

at times get stuck in / old scars, without / paying attention /

to gates or / prohibitory signs. //

Those images do not / shed light or give/ clarity. //

Those images burn / their shadow on / the projection of /

memories.

 

(In Nederlands)

Kruising

De beelden die kruisen / door het web van / m’n ervaringen, /

kunnen vastlopen in oude / littekens, zonder / acht te slaan /

op hekken of / verbodsborden / geplaatst uit lijfsbehoud. //

Die beelden geven geen / zicht of helderheid.//

Die beelden branden / hun schaduwen op / de projectie van /

herinneringen.

 

Collage:

A World cut to pieces – Een wereld aan stukken

note: elements from travel guide of Yugoslavia (1980)

nota: elementen uit reisgids van joegoslavië (1980)

(c) Drager Meurtant, April 2017