Imagine Jean Cocteau in the lobby holding a torch Imagine a trained dog act, a Rock and Roll Band Imagine I am Curly of the Three Stooges disguised as Wm Shakespeare Imagine that I'm the cousin of the Mayor of New York or the King of Nepal (I didn't say Napoleon!) Imagine what it is like to be in the glare of hot lights when you are longing for dark corners Imagine the Ghost Patrol, the Tribal Orchestra -- Imagine an elephant playing a harmonica or someone weighing out bones on the edge of the desert in Afghanistan Imagine that these poems are recorded moments of temporary sanity Imagine that the clock was just turned back -- or forwards -- a hundred years instead of an hour Let us pretend that we have no place to go, that we are here in the Cosmic Hotel, that our bags are packed & that we have one hour to checkout time Imagine whatever you will but know that it is not imagination but experience which makes poetry, and that behind every image, behind every word there is something I am trying to tell you, something that really happened. -Ira Cohen-
B: Hoe doe je dat? een dialoog schrijven? S: ... moeten mannen met baarden zijn..... B: Over vier dagen dus? Net geschoren! Voor..... S: ... en Corneel, die hebben baarden, die.... B: Lees nou eens naar mij! S: Zo dus niet.. Als je naar elkaar op zoek gaat is het weg. Je moet je eigen lijn kiezen. B: Lijn? Lijn? Dan zet ik er een streep onder!
Iedereen ontdekt vroeg of minder vroeg in zijn leven dat het volmaakte geluk onbereikbaar is, maar weinigen staan stil bij de tegenovergestelde gedachte: dat geldt voor het volmaakte ongeluk. (Koos v. Zomeren)
Breeze still carries the sound, maybe i'll disappear tracks will fade in the snow, you won't find me here Ice is starting to form, ending what had begun I am locked in my head, with what I've done I know you tried to rescue me didn't let anyone get in left with a trace of all that was And all that could have been Please take this and run far away far away from me I am tainted the two of us were never meant to be all these pieces, and promises and left behinds if only I could see In my nothing, You meant everything everything to me gone fading everything And all that could have been Please take this and run far away far as you can see I am tainted and happiness and peace of mind were never meant for me all these pices and promises and left behinds if only I could see In my nothing You meant everything everything to me
I wake up, while still asleep Apparently this is a dream This room is unfamiliar, with open doors to a balcony. I feel a breeze And sunshine falls into the room I think it is still early, the magic hour Then I see you, This definitively is a dream. You smile, and seem to be more beautiful than ever I smile back and enjoy how the sun dances with your hair I keep silent, so afraid to disturb this dream. The salty smell of the sea enters my senses, And mixes with your perfume as you come nearer. Your morning kiss finally wakes me, And I realise it was just a dream. All alone, but the taste of your lips linger And it hurts to realise, That I have not seen you for so long.
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ehm.. ik ga het zometeen eens youtuben.. :) en dank voor compliment over mn bril, die ik echt alleen s avonds laat draag. ik hou liever van mn lenzen :) en jij? ben je een echte ras amsterdammer?
op het ogenblik een beetje passievrucht en een vleugje banaan. Voor de rest gewoon domme appel :(
dat is zeker een mooi woord! had ooit een huisgenoot die standaard bij het zoeken van een nieuwe huisgenoot vroeg "wat vind jij nu van de quantummechanica&qu ot; en dan hoopte dat er iets zinnigs uitkwam...