That’s how it is. ACG Vianen wrote ‘Orgaannevel’. Words are the tools for poetry. His word is about language as a difficulty to make clear what is being done, said and thought. Thank you ACG Vianen. For your words for me to use them as possibilities.
For today. Let me try to see with curiosity. A day with simple things. With real, maybe soft words. Can this reality be true. Or kind. Talking about kindness, I should send my nephew a message. Ask him how he is coping with his family, if his bike is stolen or broken. He doesn’t buy or use American made products anymore because of the horrific clown that’s doing its thing over there. Clowns never helped to feel better. Today was a Sunday, I ran six kilometers and we cycled to Diemen and back. Exercising works.
It’s Sunday again and I am trying not to talk without thinking it over twice. Every word seems to fail in use. I am reading an article in the newspaper, written by Mirjam Groen, about her diagnosis of Autism. She quotes a Classic art meme of a Victorian lady talking to another one: Are you ok? The other answers: I am acting like I am okay. Please don’t interrupt my performance.
For tomorrow I will make an altar so I can sit in front of it with my eyes closed. Or open. My mother used to clean her teeth with bleach. I have vivid memories of the odor.
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