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unassorted poetry: Emily Dickinson - Heart, we will forget him
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Unassorted poetry by dutch visual artist and art critic ralf kwaaknijd. rhyme nor sense, beyond taste lies my target. Monday, February 9, 2009. Emily Dickinson - Heart, we will forget him. In the Netherlands, it is harder than one would think to obtain a selection of Emily Dickinson's poems in English, non-translated. Of course, one has the internet, but I prefer to sit on my couch late nights, no electronics, a quiet book. HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave,.
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unassorted poetry: one pale day
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Unassorted poetry by dutch visual artist and art critic ralf kwaaknijd. rhyme nor sense, beyond taste lies my target. Monday, February 9, 2009. One pale day chasing steeples. I fell into the fjord. A sailboat passed, its people. Would not take me aboard. I called their name out, to be saved. And in reply they kindly waved. And some of them did wave some more. And kindly watch me swim ashore. Come on, it was an easy swim'. They later told me in the pub. One need not take a view so dim'. Typed and color 13.
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unassorted poetry: February 2009
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Unassorted poetry by dutch visual artist and art critic ralf kwaaknijd. rhyme nor sense, beyond taste lies my target. Monday, February 9, 2009. One pale day chasing steeples. I fell into the fjord. A sailboat passed, its people. Would not take me aboard. I called their name out, to be saved. And in reply they kindly waved. And some of them did wave some more. And kindly watch me swim ashore. Come on, it was an easy swim'. They later told me in the pub. One need not take a view so dim'. I may remember him!
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unassorted poetry: November 2012
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Unassorted poetry by dutch visual artist and art critic ralf kwaaknijd. rhyme nor sense, beyond taste lies my target. Saturday, November 24, 2012. I wake i wake. I guess i snatched. Some soporific seconds somehow. But now i lie. And think of how. Today to me you all reacted. What it all might mean. You see you do? I had to choose. Twas either you or me compadre'. I had to call. I wanted just to know how are you? I close my lids. And soundless drift in quiet gardens. None of you have been.
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unassorted poetry: sleeping light
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Unassorted poetry by dutch visual artist and art critic ralf kwaaknijd. rhyme nor sense, beyond taste lies my target. Saturday, November 24, 2012. I wake i wake. I guess i snatched. Some soporific seconds somehow. But now i lie. And think of how. Today to me you all reacted. What it all might mean. You see you do? I had to choose. Twas either you or me compadre'. I had to call. I wanted just to know how are you? I close my lids. And soundless drift in quiet gardens. None of you have been.
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unassorted poetry: December 2009
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Unassorted poetry by dutch visual artist and art critic ralf kwaaknijd. rhyme nor sense, beyond taste lies my target. Friday, December 4, 2009. When flapping you hear heavy wings. Look up to see a swan fly! Be held at point-blank range. Low rumbles growing: planes. For building buildings, more than more. This crazy world: we crazy ones. We did forget where swans once flew. We did not heed their singing. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm a lousy visual artist and art critic, and an even worse poet.
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unassorted poetry: June 2010
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Unassorted poetry by dutch visual artist and art critic ralf kwaaknijd. rhyme nor sense, beyond taste lies my target. Tuesday, June 29, 2010. Ripples and the pebble's ricochet. To launch is to perturb. The quiet pond,. No withstanding the light. Which seeps from within. No theory will provide. No purpose is needed. Light will find its way. And we are only necessary. For needing one another. If you ask me. Labels: needing one another. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Typed and color 13.
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unassorted poetry: seeping light
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Unassorted poetry by dutch visual artist and art critic ralf kwaaknijd. rhyme nor sense, beyond taste lies my target. Tuesday, June 29, 2010. Ripples and the pebble's ricochet. To launch is to perturb. The quiet pond,. No withstanding the light. Which seeps from within. No theory will provide. No purpose is needed. Light will find its way. And we are only necessary. For needing one another. If you ask me. Labels: needing one another. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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unassorted poetry: some silent song
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Unassorted poetry by dutch visual artist and art critic ralf kwaaknijd. rhyme nor sense, beyond taste lies my target. Friday, December 4, 2009. When flapping you hear heavy wings. Look up to see a swan fly! Be held at point-blank range. Low rumbles growing: planes. For building buildings, more than more. This crazy world: we crazy ones. We did forget where swans once flew. We did not heed their singing. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm a lousy visual artist and art critic, and an even worse poet.
