Dit hoeft niets te worden

Where does the blackbird end and where does the rest of the world begin, I wonder while he makes his way through our garden, looking for food. Does it all happen at the outer side of his skin, or at the end of his feathers (what does an end of a feather even look like)? And what about his song then? Should that be included too? Because wherever you hear it you know He is there, isn't he? Or are my words enough to separate him from the rest of the world as something (or someone) which makes sense to me? After a while he takes off to another place, where he – no doubt – will continue to make sense like every other blackbird I have never met before.

If the heart Was turned Into an individual It would die And everything else Would die With it There would simply be No more He or she Nor they or them Or us or we Or you Or me Because what then Would their purpose be If they were Only to exist For themselves

MaRf, The cold sweat of Temptation english version here you are now, immobilised, for now you look around, you come to the conclusion that you have absolutely no idea about what you're looking for, so you keep your eyes fixed on her face hoping to start a conversation with her but she's not the girl to be swept off her feet easily you wonder where is she hiding the beginning, where is she hiding the end in between which this uncomfortable silence becomes meaningful again? you crave for a cigarette, and you, yes, you over there you long for your cell to go off, a short talk which starts with hello how are you? I'm looking at a sculpture, reading a poem, pretty? kind of, not bad no, as a matter of fact, it's about us, yes, funny ey? ok, I will, see you soon, byyyyyyyeeee. where were we? oh yes, a beginning and an end. is it that late already? yee. you've got to go but before you leave: when you'll walk away in a moment from now suddenly turn around because for all...

We frame and reframe. We measure four by four and then measure measure. And come back to four by four. The moment we stop measuring we lose our frames and start desintegrating four by four