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The Destiny of the Line / Het Lot van de Lijn

24 Wednesday Jan 2024

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The line was drawn by / two fingers of a cramped / hand of the writer who wanted / words catched in image, this time / but halfway the paper / had to experience the line let / loose of the tip of the pencil,

and / next

moved freely through space / – that served the scene – / to land in the end / in a dash, or dot / on the ceiling.

Content – where the ink was scraped, there came content (DM, 2021, monoprint)

De lijn werd getrokken door / twee vingers aan de krampachtige / hand van de schrijver die woorden, nu eens / in beeld wilde vatten / maar halfweg het papier / moest ervaren dat de lijn los liet / van de punt van het potlood,

en / vervolgens

vrijelijk bewoog in de ruimte / – die plaats bood voor de scene – / om uiteindelijk te landen / in een vlek, of punt / op het plafond.

(Text & image / terkst en beeld, Drager Meurtant, 2021-2024)

Thinking about earlier times / Denkend aan vroegere tijden

19 Sunday Jun 2022

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Clouds and sun, and earth:
where I rest, there is
crumbly clay that harbours
the memory of a face, of
a jar in Hellas,
of a teacher at school.

Lino-cut / linosnede, DM, 2021

Wolken en zon en aarde:
waar ik rust, daar koestert
kruimelige klei de herinnering
van een gezicht, van
een kruik in Hellas,
van een leraar op school.

Graphics edition one (DM, 25-05-2021), poem 03-04-2022

The Answer

25 Saturday Sep 2021

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This morning / or was it the other day?

a dead duck knocked on the door,

and did so several times. //

However,

the door did not give in,

but kicked back instead,

it did so with fierce strength. //

Unused to such movement,

this produced great tension,

a sudden ache, and as a result

the door vomited twice

(pain can do this) and decided

to resign from function.

The owner working in the backyard

was informed the same instant. //

All the while, still,

the dead duck had waited in vain

for a clear answer

at a question left

unspoken, but that was

part of the delivery. //

The owner, a clever person,

saw chances

by hiring the dead duck

for an entrance.

(c) Drager Meurtant, text and image, 25-09-2021

The reason hid in a distant place / De rede was ver te zoeken

22 Friday Jan 2021

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the beginning / het begin
on the way / onderweg

Only after crossing trenches / and brooks, and raising / fallen trees upright, // followed by rubbing out / the dirty ground from narrow eyes, // and by calling loud: “I’m alone!” // motion started behind / the bushes.

Slechts na oversteek van greppels / en kreken, en het rechtzetten / van omgevallen bomen, // waarna de vuile grond uit geknepen ogen / werd gewreven , // en door luid te roepen: “ik ben alleen!” // kwam er beweging vanachter / het struikgewas.

wide canal // brede sloot
deep laying brook / diep gelegen beek

One thought, it is a goat, / fastened with ties and anxious, // the other believed to perceive / a superior power.

De één dacht, het is een geit, / vastgebonden en angstig, // de ander meende, een hogere macht / te ontwaren.

But something unmentionable / crept forward: “reason evades an explanation.”

Maar iets onnoembaars kroop / te voorschijn: “de rede laat zich niet verklaren”

Ensemble de Creatures and l’Autre Ensemble de Creatures

06 Tuesday Aug 2019

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In 2014, and again in 2018-2019, artwork came into existence, that may be seen as ‘Ensemble de Creatures’

In 2014, en opnieuw in 2018-2019, ontstond een kunstwerk dat gezien wordt als een ‘Ensemble de Creatures.

(1) Ensemble de Creatures (2014)

Some creatures / placed behind glass and it’s double / others in front / all take their place / that is determined / by the other.

The house is a dream / which is within reach and / the cage protects against breakage.

Wings need a starting – or resting point.

The cadre / points to the space / outside.

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Sommige creaturen / geplaatst achter glas en wel dubbel / anderen ervoor / nemen ze ieder een plaats in / die bepaald wordt door de ander.

Het huis is een droom / maar binnen bereik en / de kooi beschermt tegen breuk.

Vleugels hebben een start- of rustpunt nodig.

Het kader / duidt de ruimte / daar buiten.

(c) Drager Meurtant, 2014 (mixed media, wood, metal, glass, ‘objets trouvés’, paint, 75x53x27 cm)

 

(2) At the start of the next ‘ensemble de creature’, this panel – having been used to separate the doghouse and dog run – was taken.

Aan het begin van het volgende ‘ensemble de creatures’, dit paneel was gekozen – eerder gebruikt om hondenhok van – ren te scheiden.

Ensemble de creature - outline

 

l’Autre Ensemble de Creatures (2018-2019)

Already, the flamed / pattern of the wooden panel / held the design of this painting.

The nails of the dog / (think it was a bouvier de flandres) / added scratches, that were given company / by the cutting effects / of an angle grinder.

The fields that surfaced / became creatures of some kind / as colors were applied.

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Het gevlamde patroon / in het houten paneel / bevatte al de opzet / van dit schilderij.

De nagels van de hond / (denkelijk een bouvier) / voegde krassen toe / die gezelschap kregen / door het bijtend effect / van een haakse slijper.

De velden die / aan het oppervlak kwamen / werden creaturen van enig soort / toen kleuren werden aangebracht.

Painting / Schilderij, winter 2018 – 2019. Poem / gedicht 6 Augustus 2019.

Alle text and images (c) Drager Meurtant.

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The directorate of dreams

14 Thursday Mar 2019

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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.

« – »

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

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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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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

Water – H2O

14 Thursday Dec 2017

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Let us linger on the state of water, as fluid.

Laat ons stilstaan bij de staat van water, als vloeistof.

 

(1) Barges on the River Maas

Barges flatten the water / till waves / roll aside / from the prow, /

take distance / and break upon the river-bank. //

Reeds move / and dampen the billows. //

On the river /  the distance is crossed by foam /

that separates left from right, /

there, where the goal / has been passed. //

With eyes looking ahead / steers the skipper / the vessel /

towards another bend / in the counter current. //

Crawling crosspoint / in going / passed the mill-point.

(poem 2000, photo 2012)

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(1) Aken op de Maas

Aken varen water, plat / tot golven, / uit de boeg / opzij rollen, /

afstand nemen / en breken op de wal. //

Het riet beweegt / en dooft de deining. //

Op de rivier / streept schuim de afstand door / scheidt links van rechts, /

daar, waar het doel / is voorbij gevaren. //

Ogen vooruit gericht, / stuurt de schipper / zijn vaartuig /

naar weer een bocht / in de tegenstroom. //

Kruipend kruispunt / in het gaan / voorbij het maalpunt.

(gedicht 2000, foto 2012)

 

(2) The Face of the stream

“The face of the stream / changed with the seasons . . . now it wore a gentle face”

 

(from: Morris West – The devil’s advocate)

the face of the stream

(Het gezicht van de rivier / veranderde met de seizoenen . . . nu was het aanzicht vriendelijk”)

(uit: Morris West – The devil’s advocate)

(painting / schilderij, 21×29 cm, 2017)

 

(3) Currents

Still, I don’t know / whether to swim / against the current / or to drift along. //

For the time being / I watch what / happens to others.

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(3) Stromingen

Nog steeds weet ik niet / of ik tegen de stroom in / moet zwemmen /

of me mee / moet laten drijven. //

Voorlopig kijk ik toe / naar wat anderen overkomt.

(Assemblage-collage, 2016, 30x21x3 cm)

 

(all texts and artworks by Drager Meurtant, unless stated otherwise)

Now tell me . . . / Vertel eens . . .

20 Wednesday Sep 2017

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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?”