"Kan de stilte van een verhakkeld lichaam poezie zijn?"

To whom it concerns. Wie het aanbelangt.

Ecoutez. Regardez. Ne criez pas. Surtout ne pleurez pas!

Huil niet, lach niet, treur niet, be-treur niet !

Dit is wat en wie ik geworden ben, het heeft tijd gevraagd

Maar ik heb er vrede mee.

Kan de stilte van het verhakkeld lichaam…?

Is dit Dachau dan? Mauthausen, Buchenwald, Sobibor

Theresienstadt, Aushwitz, Treblinca? Not at all!

To live is to create!

Een schitterend en éclatant beeld van leven en dood

De fatale en finale metamorfose

Tegen een geometrische achtergrond als van Mondriaan

En dààrdoor: puur genot

Nooit eerder zo verrast en gegrepen door beeld en ver-beelding

Die gelige ietwat glimmende, koude textuur

Van dat al ten dele leeggebloede vel

Als was het een sculptuur.

Die dramatische grimas, maar nog wel met het verborgen geluk

Zich aldus te kunnen èn te durven presenteren

Le présent! Nog helemaal aanwezig te zijn

Nog volop mee te tellen

Al ware het slechts voor mezelf

En zoals ik eerder in mijn boek beschreef en meldde:

Dat eeuwig presente gevoel van welkom Welbevinden

Ook hier, daar, toen en nu

Mijn “Petit Fond de Bonheur”

Thank you sir, spreek  IK dan tot mezelf

Het IS zo: ‘het geluk is overrompelend

Voor wie het nooit zocht, noch verwachtte’

Streel je huid, sluit je ogen…En àlles gaat als vanzelf…

Als voor wie in een piepklein vliegtuigje op een piepklein zandweggetje landt in een woestijn, en daar binnen de 50 meter tot stilstand komt

En tot rust en vrede, mèt zichzelf.

Zo kwam het Einde, en het was godslasterlijk wel-gekomen

Het lijden de dood en het sterven ver-stomd!

Het lam is geslacht, het heilig kruis heeft gesproken

CONSUMMATUM EST  -  ALLES IS VOLBRACHT! 

M. Putman, maart 2012 

overleden op 9 augustus 2012

 http://martin-putman-cult.blogspot.be/p/kanker-comedy.html

We moeten er eerder naar streven
onze begeerten te verminderen,
dan onze middelen te vergroten.

Aristoteles, 384 - 322 v.Chr.

www.dagelijksegedachte.nl 

 

http://tiffany--xo.tumblr.com/post/23313650123

R.I.P. Martin Putman

  

"Zo, lieve lieve lezer, de tijd voor het afscheid is daar.
Dada voor allen, en misschien tot ziens, eens."

- Martin Putman in Cult - Levensvreugde in donkere dagen -

“Ca fait toujours plaisir, une visite, 

si ce n’est pas à l’arrivée 

c’est au départ.” 

Béatrice Beck – Plus loin, mais ou?

Henry Peterson Story Movie

Henry Peterson Story Movie:

Today's video is a remarkable true life story about a young man named Henry Peterson. Henry had a purpose. You may not know Henry now, but in the next 6 minutes you'll remember his story forever.

Ik bén de stilte

In mijn stilte is alles mogelijk

- Ann - 

http://robearishere.tumblr.com/image/22001424801

Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we’ve got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.

- Ray Bradbury - Something Wicked This Way Comes -

 http://fuckyeahexistentialism.tumblr.com/post/24545487672/death-doesnt-exist-it-never-did-it-never-will

mistapes “ anatol knotek”

http://aneclecticmindthatisvalencia.tumblr.com/post/23920464978/mistapes-anatol-knotek

"If you know yourself, 

then you’ll not be harmed 

by what is said about you."

Arab Proverb

Harthorend

Three Hairs

There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. "Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today." So she did and she had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. "H-M-M, " she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today." So she did and she had a grand day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. "Well," she said, "Today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail." So she did and she had a fun, fun day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head....

"YEAH!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"

 Author Unknown

Comic :  http://www.ejmassa.com/2009_05_01_archive.html

What is truth? 

For the multitude, 

that which it continually reads and hears. 

- Oswald Spengler -

 http://heartmindawakening.tumblr.com/

"It’s just that… 
I just think that some things are meant to be broken. 
Imperfect. Chaotic. 
It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? 
There have to be a few holes in the road. It’s how life is."

-  Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever -

 http://larmoyante.tumblr.com/

When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely.

Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it.

Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience.

But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.

- Elizabeth Gilbert -

 http://creatingaquietmind.tumblr.com/post/5073579538/when-i-get-lonely-these-days-i-think-so-be

Jeff Guidry and His Eagle Named Freedom - Bedankt Frieda !

"You're waiting for that magical day when someone makes the connection and recognizes who you really are. Maybe they'll first catch the sparkle in your eye. Or perhaps they'll marvel at your insights and the depth of your spirit. Someone who will help you connect the dots, believe in yourself, and make sense of it all. Someone who will understand you, approve of you, and unhesitatingly give you a leg up so that life can pluck your ready, ripened self from the branch of magnificence. Well, I'm here to tell you, your wait is over. That someone, is you."

 - Mike Dooley - Notes from the Universe -

 http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.ca/

http://jogis.tumblr.com/page/2

“Most people don’t grow up. It’s too damn difficult. What happens is most people get older. That’s the truth of it. They honor their credit cards, they find parking spaces, they marry, they have the nerve to have children, but they don’t grow up. Not really. They get older. But to grow up costs the earth, the earth. It means you take responsibility for the time you take up, for the space you occupy. It’s serious business. And you find out what it costs us to love and to lose, to dare and to fail. And maybe even more, to succeed. What it costs, in truth. Not superficial costs—anybody can have that—I mean in truth. That’s what I write. What it really is like. I’m just telling a very simple story.”

 Maya Angelou, The Art of Fiction No. 119