18 Saturday Oct 2025
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A visit to Berlin, for us the first time since 2003, always brings a search for the past. What was built, what was destroyed, what restored. What are the echos…
“Meeting the past we noticed the dogmas
painted by forgotten doges on enamel plates
in a Berlin impasse.”
“It is a fossil expression
appropriate for the time”
“Washing and fill up with fuel of your vehicle is forbidden at this property”
photos and text (c) Drager Meurtant June-Oct 2025
13 Saturday Sep 2025
Posted in landscape, Le Pays, mental health, nature, natuur, outdoor, philosophy, photography, poetry
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bark, fotografie, gedicht, heather, landscape, nature, photography, poetry, web
Buzzing mobile phones, steered by logarithms dictated by emperors that tear society apart were left behind. There are still ‘quiet’ places where insects tell other news. Those that survived the pest of ecocidal chemicals.
A heathy landscape harbors spiders / catching pollen-spreading bees.
The bark was fissured / a voice lamented /
blown apart,
yet unheard amidst / the turmoil, basic /
at an organic / glorification.
(photos and texts by Drager Meurtant, September 12-13, 2025)
01 Tuesday Jul 2025
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Dada, fotografie, gedicht, kunst, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie
How to deal with stupidity is an issue / that arises frequently these days. // Can one battle stupidity, or is it best ignored.
Can one convince stupidity to lay off / to stop breathing or kill it self / any other way.
That´s the issue.
“Blood is iron, in essence. // Because of it’s stream and smell. // But I rather see the spill / from rusting tubes than from blood / which today leaks from pure stupidity.”
The title responds to our / sense of reason. // Now imagine someone trying to push up / these blocks of concrete / even if aerated.
The greater the distance / or the darker the surrounding / the bigger the sense of futility / of longing for the unreachable.
(from the writings of the poet Malcolm Eduard Lionel Alfred Nicotene Cholious)
images and texts Drager Meurtant (2013, 2016, 2025)
22 Thursday May 2025
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blog, city, Dada, fotografie, gedicht, kunst, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie
“Every day, every moment, seek for the richness of life.”
“Elke dag, elk moment, zoek de rijkdom van het leven”
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“Attentive, once the pain had vanished,
near the water level the transition was seen
of mass to infinity.”
“Met aandacht, nadat de pijn was verdwenen,
werd dichtbij het water de overgang gezien
van massa naar oneindigheid.”
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“The broom had scrubbed / its hair to an end.”
“De bezem had de haren / geschrobd tot het einde.”
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“The hand which reached toward richess
and the repair man of the broken glass
arrived one after the other.”
“De hand die reikte naar rijkdom
en de reparateur van het gebroken glas
kwamen na elkaar aan.”
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“What do we learn from our errors?”
“Wat leren we van onze fouten?”
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“Some creatures do not think about causes
or consequences,
but simply adapt to circumstances.”
“Sommige schepsels denken niet na over oorzaken
of gevolgen, maar passen zich eenvoudig aan
aan de omstandigheden.”
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Walking the city // Lopend door de stad, Amsterdam (NL) May 22, 2025.
(All images and texts (c) Drager Meurtant)
17 Friday Jan 2025
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abandoned, Dada, factory, fotografie, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie
At the entry of doubt and hesitance / the sound of metal joints / was in glaring contrast / to the empty space.
Bij het binnenkomen van aarzeling en van twijfel / klonken de gewrichten van metaal / in schril contrast tot de lege ruimte.
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Once buildings start to crumble / and walls start to tumble / then true beauty is revealed. // One must seek for a second / and split structures into basic elements. // This brings us to insight” (Oppenheimer contemplating about The Big One).
Wanneer gebouwen verpulveren / en muren instorten / dan komt de ware schoonheid tevoorschijn. // Je moet een seconde nemen / om daarna de structuur in basale elementen te splitsen. // Dat brengt ons inzicht. (Overweging van Oppenheimer over The Big One).
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An empty prison comes in place / where glue runs past a stone’s cast. // No, people, / that is not for understanding / that is for nót understanding / where we stand without ground / under our feet.
Een leeg gevang komt te staan / waar lijm voorbij een steenworp holt. // Neen mensen: dat is niet om te begrijpen / dat is om níet te begrijpen / waar we staan zonder grond / onder onze voeten is.
Photos taken by Drager Meurtant in old Leather Factory Oisterwijk, NL, February 4, 2014
Texts (c) DM, 2014-2025
21 Saturday Dec 2024
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Dada, fotografie, gedicht, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie, society
Hey, you:
Is it true you read, this, and the next
words and written thoughts, wrought
by sleeplessness, insomnia and sorrow.
Since this rotten world is consumed by
maggots, some with guns, the others
driven by envy, none silenced by having
to sit behind a Triumph, a Remington,
(mine is an Erika from the GDR) but
shouting on X, like crazy birds.
Who has control over the red button,
that will stop nonsense and sense alike,
in one sudden instance.
Aye, the worst dreams came true
arriving both from the east and west,
their messages driving holes like tubes
drawn by bullets in grey matter: cheese
it has become, infected by the craziness
of bulls – they must be bulls – that
disguised themselves as double burgers with
mayonnaise.
Now my cramped fingers find the words
silence and peace and know these must
differ from sleep without dreams.
Drager Meurtant, Dec 25, 2023 – Dec 12, 2024
03 Sunday Nov 2024
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It was a day like many others
When my camera invited me
For a walk across the city…
Het was een dag als vele andere
dat mijn camera me riep voor
een wandeling door de stad.
And in particular, for
the transition of a canal connecting
Amsterdam with the river Rhine.
En in het bijzonder, voor
de overgang over een kanaal
dat Amsterdam verbind met de Rijn.
A bridge is physical, bold and curved
And with bolts as supporting elements
Een brug is fysiek, met durf en curve
En met bouten als ondersteunende elementen.
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Once a number becomes in sight
The goal is reached.
Als er een nummer in zicht komt
Is het doel bereikt.
text and photos (c) Drager Meurtant, Nov 3rd 2024
25 Friday Oct 2024
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Dada, fotografie, gedicht, graphics, kunst, philosophy, poetry, poezie
I don’t believe in anything anymore.
it wasn’t a fall / not a gradual disappearance /
but a sudden realization.
there was not a thing / at checking the map “belief”
that’s how simple it can be:
no memory either / and the back-up / was also empty.
this won’t work, I concluded / and decided to go cycling
niets geloof ik meer.
het was geen val, geen / geleidelijke verdwijning /
maar een plotse vaststelling.
er bleek niets te zijn / bij het raadplegen /
van de map “geloof”.
zo simpel kan het zijn: / geen herinnering ook /
en de back-up was / eveneens leeg.
dan maar niet, dacht ik / en besloot een eindje
te gaan fietsen.
Drager Meurtant, 9-9-24
(monoprint, two elements, size image 12×20 cm
(DM, Sept 9, 2024)
11 Sunday Aug 2024
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abandonned, fotografie, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie, window
When locks fail / there is no need for keys.
Doors open freely / when people knock.
At night darkness closes / the access, safe, without sound.
Outside and inside are separated / by will, not by force.
Veiled
Your utter absence / was revealed by the texture
of these sheers used as veils / for protection against
unwanted looks.
text and photo (c) Drager Meurtant, 2024
31 Wednesday Jul 2024
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Europe, fotografie, France, on the road, paris, photography, poetry, poezie, travel
The idea was to make a short trip to Paris by bus at the end of November 2023. Calculated time of departure 9.30 hours, which became 9.50 hours.
On this road hoping for good or better / while seated on the front row in a bus / heading for La Ville Lumière (the City of Light) / rain came pouring, slashing the windows / and changing the experience into murk and flashing screen scenes / of viaducts crossing the motor road.
The driver from Eastern Europe / talking to another driver crossing / the content in a different direction / in their own language / endlessly.
Still, the driver paid attention to the traffic on the road, the lights / and he drove peacefully to the terminus / at Gare de Bercy.
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