11 Saturday May 2024
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Myth
Being mean is not new,
myths tell the audience.
The dagger in my pocket
may be blunt, but sharp is
my tongue, as long as it ain’t cut
out by the adversary
the adversary that is you, or
your neighbour, and all those that
hate the words that undermine,
that mine thoughts of ordinary
people, fed by those of eminent
leaders, who cherrish rotten
eggs for ideas.
photo and text Drager Meurtant, 2023-2024
30 Saturday Mar 2024
Basic terms / (explain) / the fall as junction / between earth and / above.
Swift and silent / grades / of an approach / unwanted but inevitable.
Once steps were / made from / one position / the other ones followed / without thinking / ahead.
Posities
(onbewust – de val)
Voorwaarden aan de basis / (verklaren) / de val als een verbinding / tussen de aarde en / daarboven.
Snelle en stille / stappen in een / benadering, ongewenst / maar onafwendbaar.
Toen treden waren / genomen van één positie / volgden de andere zonder / vooruit te denken.
(collage of monoprint fragments, 2020, part of Ben Uri Gallery Sales Exhibition, March 15-29, 2024)
29 Monday Jan 2024
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Dada, fotografie, gedicht, kunst, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie
Today, the world looked safer / without sirens, no shooting till 14 hours / and the car moved smoothly
accross the border / separating two countries for long / only in war having been united by force.
One hour later, the friends did meet / first time in almost 4 months.
It took two hours to talk down / the big C that shaped lives / and for leaving the extra coat / worn for safety.
And then they took a dive where it was / forbidden / followed by coffee on / a terrace looking at the river Rhine.
(terras aan de rivier de Rijn)
Vandaag kwam de wereld veiliger over / zonder sirenes, geen schieten tot 14 uur / en de auto bewoog langzaam / langs de grens / die de twee landen lang had gescheiden / alleen verenigd in de oorlog / door macht.
Eén uur later, ontmoetten de vrienden / elkaar voor het eerst in bijna vier maanden. / Het nam twee uur om de grote C / omlaag te praten, die het leven beheerste / en om de extra jas – gedragen voor de veiligheid – achter te laten.
En toen doken ze in het water waar het verboden was / gevolgd door koffie op / een terras dat uitkeek op de rivier de Rijn.
Drager Meurtant, June 24, 2020 (during lift of first Covid19 lockdown, minor corrections Jan 29, 2024)
24 Wednesday Jan 2024
Posted in art, creation, Dada, Figurative art, graphics, kunst, poem, poetry, poezie, Uncategorized
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.
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)
19 Sunday Jun 2022
Posted in abstract, archeology, art, creation, Dada, death, graphics, Greece, History, mental health, philosophy, poem, poetry
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.
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
25 Saturday Sep 2021
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Dada, fotografie, gedicht, kunst, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie, surrealism
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
14 Thursday Mar 2019
Posted in death, defense, internet, kunst, mental health, philosophy, photography, poem, poetry, poezie, society, street photography, Uncategorized
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antenna, antenne, connection, coping, Dada, digital, fotografie, gedicht, gezondheid, health, internet, kunst, philosophy, photography, poetry, poezie, verbinding
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.
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.”
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.
(photos and text (c) Drager Meurtant)
01 Thursday Mar 2018
Posted in abstract, art, Dada, kunst, mental health, nature, philosophy, photography, poem, poetry, poezie, street photography, structure, Uncategorized
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abstract, condition humaine, coping, Dada, essential, fotografie, gedicht, kunst, philosophy, photography, poem, poetry
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