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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)

Opposing, but no real harm done

08 Tuesday Nov 2022

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“The view of the other is confronting,

even dangerous, perhaps

threatening our lives”.

For horses

opposition may mean a bruise

or a bite

but no deep animosity

and mounting hard-feelings.

Misanthropy has no equine

equivalant.

Tegengesteld, zonder echt te kwetsen

“De kijk van de ander is confronterend,

zelfs gevaarlijk, misschien

voor ons levensbedreigend.”

Bij paarden,

betekent tegenstelling een beurse plek

of een beet

maar geen diepe vijandigheid

en groeiende animositeit.

Misanthropie kent geen

paarden equivalent.

(poetry and monoprint, DM, 2022, http://www.meurtant.exto.org))

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

Today was different

08 Monday Mar 2021

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(A note with images from March 7, 2021)

Today was different: it started grey and fairly cold. One year of 21st century pandemic, has certain effects. Dominant is the feeling of uncertainty. There are roadblocks at the border. Still, after six months with meetings by ‘skype’ only, the three of us met at small parking-place, to walk in the forest.

three photographers meet one tree

No kissing or hugging, we focus on nature, and some human acts.

inscriptions from earlier date

One should not carve in skin of trees, but testimonies often are built on scars.

yet another scar

Going north, a logger had felled a tree and new life settled on the cut surface.

The face of a logger

Tiny leaves left from autumn, have shadows imprinted on bark.

fragile shadows

About fifty years ago, someone planted stakes on (and with a) purpose. One straight, the other leaning for support, joined with an iron nail.

so much at stake

Here, there is quietude, and the option to choose which way to go.

the other way

At another time, one may meet a fellow traveler on this earth, his/her shelter being a hole in the ground.

Fox hole

Someone took a token of belief, and by placing it in old tree trunk, fixed time and memory.

token

The clefts and riggles of bark of this birch tree surpass abstraction.

birch

“Three of us is enough: not afraid of tension or to separate fields,
and create boundaries”

the three of us

text and images (c) Drager Meurtant, March 7-8, 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”

Message to suburban elements

02 Friday Oct 2020

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In order to divert your obsessive thinking about poor developments in the world order, close your eyes and ears, and take note:

What’s up there?

What’s there / up there?
just look, and think:
why?

Now that you are attentive, consider this:

Itching

Thre thre thre / dam ach sto gho per /

sell Rome never / sell less than ever /

you say words / just that /

words that itch / just that

empty mouth / movements

in vain action / of jaw muscles

The solution will not arrive from understanding, but acception might.

Clear water

Clear water is essential / in the acception of future events /

even if dark elements take control / over our movement /

and our experience gets blurred / by our inability to understand /

time / as the power of movement / and standstill.

Do not take things as these are, but start by improving yourself

Feathers and cones / Veren en appels

16 Thursday Jan 2020

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Feathers and cones

What drives the wheel

to move around

to the image

to be seen,

the words

to appear in ink.

Just three feathers

amidst the cones of

cupressus sempervirens.

 

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Veren en appels

Wat doet het wiel

rondgaan

naar het beeld dat

te zien valt

de woorden die

in inkt zichtbaar worden.

Slechts drie veren

temidden van de appels van

cupressus sempervirens.

 

(photo in Edessa, Hellas, May 2019, poem January 2020, (c) Drager Meurtant)

A house in the mountains

30 Wednesday Oct 2019

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There was someone, who built a home.

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There was a home, built by someone, once.

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Friends helped at times, I’m sure.

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Someone is no more, at least not here.

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(Perhaps this someone, is now in a senior home elsewhere)

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The home gradually, becomes less, and less.

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A view from the kitchen window

 

Outside, flowers grow.

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(Travel in Macedonia, Greece. West of Orma, in the mountains, May 2019.)

(c) Drager Meurtant

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.

ensemble de creatures-1

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.

http://www.meurtant.exto.org

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.

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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.

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Streaks on the window

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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?

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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…