I skipped the poem on the second day. But I read an interview with Louwrien Wijers, she speaks as a poet and she was befriended with all the great ( male) artists of the past century. She liked Rauschenberg and Beuys best. Because they were very kind and loving people. I planned to do nothing today. To get rid of the panic I am feeling when thinking of all the things I want to do. I plan to do nothing today. Paint one painting totally white, take all the oil tubes from the floor and clear one wall of my studio so I will be able to film a performance titled ‘all yours’. Maybe read one poem. One poem from ‘Springvossen’, nagelaten gedichten by Hans Faverey.
My friend friend bought me a new Dual turntable because the other went too fast. I couldn’t find where to adjust it, it was an automatic system. Never go automatic is what I think, except when running. I am not sure about that even.
Each day there is a homeless man waking up in the front of our studio. He is really on himself, and doesn't wants too much fuss about his well-being. We don’t think it’s a good place to sleep, without cardboard or anything. But he thinks it is.
I am not very good at hospitality, so I am not in a good mood with the sleepover sitting at my place at the table. It’s a friendly person but forgets to offer to help with the dishes. Probably he thinks that the kitchen is a sacred place. Genau.
I have been reading the poetry by Simone Atangana Bekono. Some poems are nicely rough in unorthodox forms. In my life as an amateur. Part 100. I will write my third poem of the month.
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