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~ The world is made up of elements. One may catch those by light-writing, or take physical parts in the hand and fit these together (assemblage)

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Message to suburban elements

02 Friday Oct 2020

Posted by dragermeurtant in History, kunst, mental health, philosophy, poetry, poezie, street photography, Uncategorized

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environment, evolution, History, image, poetry, time

In order to divert your obsessive thinking about poor developments in the world order, close your eyes and ears, and take note:

What’s up there?

What’s there / up there?
just look, and think:
why?

Now that you are attentive, consider this:

Itching

Thre thre thre / dam ach sto gho per /

sell Rome never / sell less than ever /

you say words / just that /

words that itch / just that

empty mouth / movements

in vain action / of jaw muscles

The solution will not arrive from understanding, but acception might.

Clear water

Clear water is essential / in the acception of future events /

even if dark elements take control / over our movement /

and our experience gets blurred / by our inability to understand /

time / as the power of movement / and standstill.

Do not take things as these are, but start by improving yourself

The directorate of dreams

14 Thursday Mar 2019

Posted by dragermeurtant in art, Dada, graphics, landscape, mental health, nature, philosophy, photography, poem, poetry, poezie, structure, Uncategorized

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abstract, assemblage, dreams, dromen, gedicht, grafiek, graphics, kunst, lino-cut, monoprint, philosophy, photography, poem, poetry, street-view

When dreams arrive, the content is not indicated on the envelope

(Jacques de Santo Torres (1888-1972)

A first dream:

Sitting in the backseat of a car, with increasing speed going down a steep slope and then, the gradual discovery that the driver is asleep, or dead?

Next, a second dream:

Walking through corridors that resemble my former school, realizing that preparations for exams at the end of this year have been poor, that time and perseverance is lacking, always being too late for class and ill-focused…

Then, a third dream :

People are waiting for me, to take charge. To deal and treat conditions of defect, of suffering. Yet, I don’t know the password and I’m not dressed to the occasion. I’m simply not instrumental…

These are dreams that threaten with defeat, that reflect one’s inner perception to be doomed to failure. I do not have a subscription to such dreams. But, once in a while, ill-managed delivery makes these land on my doorstep.

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Can a dream be a memory?

Dreaming Cubistic, Drager Meurtant, August 17, 2017

Can a dream

be a memory

and if so

depends the format

on the shape of the display?

« – »

From dreams I turn to the real world. That is, if the creation of art is part of the real world, and not (more so) placed at the border of the dream-world and the dreadful daily circumstances of life. Some time ago I recited a poem standing opposite of a statue which I had made, and surrounded by spectators and listeners. That time I chose the position of the creator, and the statue was obliged to listen.

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Poem for a statue

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Rudimentary, Drager Meurtant (2016)

Statue, you look at me

with your fool’s eyes,

that are no eyes.

Statue, your mouth swears

my imperfection

to tell the truth.

You suck me empty

you drown my power

you feed yourself

with my imagination

and leave me hollow.

« – »

Streaks on the window

streaks on the window 4-12-2017

Streaks on the window (Drager Meurtant, December 4, 2017)

The streaks on the windows

don’t say nothing,

such as “when do

I see you again?”

at the exit

of the supermarket.

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Bridges are encountered in several forms of dreams. As stated by an expert in dreams: “The bridge often has the significance of crossing or moving from one phase of life, activity or emphasis to another” (reference: Tony Crisp, http://dreamhawk.com/dream-dictionary/bridge-2/).

What if a bridge?

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What if a bridge?, Drager Meurtant, lino-cut, 2017 (ed. 1/3)

What if

a bridge exists

only in your dream?

And the abyss

before you

is real?

« – »

Passage

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Untitled (Pyrenean landscape 1983, monoprint, Drager Meurtant, 2017

The other night

I ran down a gentle slope

my feet not touching ground

just kicking air

holding my breath from expiring

to continue this state of floating

as long as could be…

 

Sense or no sense

14 Thursday Mar 2019

Posted by dragermeurtant in death, defense, internet, kunst, mental health, philosophy, photography, poem, poetry, poezie, society, street photography, Uncategorized

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antenna, antenne, connection, coping, Dada, digital, fotografie, gedicht, gezondheid, health, internet, kunst, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie, verbinding

Where and when sense switches to no – sense, is illustrated by three poems and images.

Ears

The size of ears / devised to hear signals

of distant life

parallels / the loss of perception

from life nearby.

big ears

 

Call center

“Think simple and relax:

by moving this job to Asia / the lady has more time/ to go shopping

and that’s good/ for our economy.”

call center

 

Digital death

We are digitally / close to death

after loosing three / of our passwords

and having forgotten / the birthdate of

our parents.

The screen will snow / and our ears hear

the whistle of / the amazone

going by.

digital death

(photos and text (c) Drager Meurtant)

Moment

01 Thursday Mar 2018

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abstract, condition humaine, coping, Dada, essential, fotografie, gedicht, kunst, philosophy, photography, poem, poetry

When emotions no longer
are stirred by elements
that pass.
When anger is frozen
by lack of a proper
target.
Then comes the moment
to turn the page.
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Wanneer emoties niet langer
worden opgeroepen door elementen
die langs komen,
Als woede is bevroren
bij gebrek aan een geschikt
doel,
Dan komt het moment
de bladzij om te slaan.
(c) Drager Meurtant, text & photo, March 1, 2018

Now tell me . . . / Vertel eens . . .

20 Wednesday Sep 2017

Posted by dragermeurtant in Dada, kunst, mental health, philosophy, poem, poetry, poezie, retirement, society, Uncategorized

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abandonned, coping, Dada, emptiness, fotografie, gedicht, health, kunst, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie, state of life, verlaten

Now tell me

“Hello Doctor, / come in and / please be seated.”

(a moment of silence)

“I prefer we get / to business / right away.

Now tell me:

what use / were you / for society?”

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Vertel eens

Hallo Doctor, / kom binnen / en neem een stoel.

(een moment van stilte)

“Ik kom graag / meteen ter zake.

Vertel eens:

welk nut had U / voor de maatschappij?”

Borders, boundaries, barriers and walls

19 Wednesday Jul 2017

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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.

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(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.

 

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(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.

 

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

(related is the following imaginary sensation)

 

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(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)

 

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(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

01 Saturday Jul 2017

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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)

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