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PAINTINGS BY EMMY VERSCHOOR

VOOR EMMY

Voor Emmy

Zijn het pluimen of bladeren
die ontsnappen uit je binnenste hartkamer
of is het de gloed van de kleur van kloppend bloed
hunkerend naar de stilte van rimpelloos
Water?

Als haar handen vloeibaar worden
krijgt de piano vleugels op het doek
Een boom verbijt haar vergezicht
In de diepte luisteren wortels verrukt
naar de zachte braille van haar bestaan
Tuinen hangen van de wolken
omlaag, omhoog groeien vreemde bloemen
uit een ingebeelde notenbalk.

Guido Vermeulen
14 november 2011


Muziek bij de video: Claude Debussy

zondag 29 september 2013

zondag 8 september 2013

AVENUES



My crucified DARWIN

Pastel painting on envelope and collage inspired by the Avenues poems by David Stone

maandag 2 september 2013

MIDNIGHT UNDRESSED

Been burning the midnight oil again. 
Guido, this poem was, in part, inspired by your collages.

                                                - E.
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                          MIDNIGHT UNDRESSED


            he knew what the ocean wanted
           it began with the painting of
                a woman by Chardin and
                a walrus that shut its eyes
                in a darkened window

            gifts drifted down at the hour
          when the lotus eaters came alive
                and the marble statue of Venus
          slept under the dank portico
            as a train raced by in the distance
                the drowning waited in vain
             for someone to fish them out
                but the ocean reclaimed its prey
                with a yawning and all were lost

                the past couldn't be changed
            any more than we could hope
             to change the future because
            one had vanished into memory
            and the other did not exist

             or the past might be transformed
                but only by a trick on the memory

               a past forever changing
        without our knowing

             as we slowly undress midnight
           our loving fingers grope for
            what no longer lives

ERIC BASSO
        August 30, 2013


zondag 1 september 2013

Le sel de la vie


Collaboration between Monique Jany and GV based on a book cover, book by Françoise Héritier