wAter lIne

praia

tangible shredded memories

count all numbers over golden stairway

wild gold used to know

strand

local perfect location

cover your way arm length 

seeing numbers of memories

peKa

third point of subject place

purple wave rolling golden beach

meaning of confronting lines

in your eyes
waterline

 

blurring my eyes with golden rules of location on waterline see it in the photographs perhaps read it in the lines maybe

golden line in poetry and writing any writing

golden ration in photography

Dumara

art inspiring art

art INSPIRING art

poetry about what

i seeing inside a certain piece of art

new way of writing PhotoPoetry

nothing to do 

Yet it remains connected

Dumara is inspired by a song this song by Geoffrey Gurrumu Yunupingu

Only a few people speak this language, creating our own language inside the unknown language, hearing what is not said. Dumara said in dutch way, not english way, is what i could hear, from there the rest came.

In the Salix book the poetry is mainly shaped by inspirational art works, songs, paintings, sculptures even the names of colours.
Writing about what a piece of art makes me feel, makes me see, makes me hear.

page 31 stOOf

On page 31 of the “Dropped Feather” book you find a poem with the title “Stoof”, here follows the inspiration of that poem.

new land

The poetry in the book is about the moment. While taking the photos my mind wanders, sometimes to surprising places, at times following memory lane.
It took me a while before i found the place, cycling in memories on straight road framed with straight trees, along bare agricultural land.
Contrasting landscape compared with the river landscape, where so many of the photos come from. It is intensively farmed land and nature has no change, except along the edges. The above photo was taken in April 2020, ploughed soil, partly covered by plastic, artificial irrigated.
New land, the riverside is new nature, this is new created land from nature.

look at the photo top right hand corner.

Once the land was a cultivated natural landscape with mainly Willows. The Willows were harvest for basket making and other crafts, including clog making, them traditional wooden shoes.
The land was swampy with many creeks and small lakes, flooded during the winter months. There were little hills, called Terps the top photo shows one of them Terps with a small house. The houses on the Terps in the old landscape were used as shelter and sleeping areas for the Willow-workers. The whole area is around 1100 hectares, or was 1100 hectares.

In 1926 they started to take out the Willows and filled in the many creeks and small lakes, by hand, with shovel and wheelbarrow. Work for the many unemployed man and woman from the locale area, it was the way they earned their ‘benefit’ literarily the only way they could survive.
Refusing to work here was loosing your ‘benefit’ and with no money, no food etc. etc.

de stoof now

The worst of all it was seen as charity. The new landowners became rich over the backs of the poor who found themselves in a situation, which was not their making.
This story i was told as a little girl when my parents took us on the bike (they never owned a car) to a place we called de Stoof but its official name is Stoop.
We would picknick there on a sunny summer day. The Stoop is situated on an old Terp and was, this always makes me laugh, given to the community ha ha ha, it was made by the community.

Sitting there on the picknick bench i wrote the poem you find on page 31. Why it ended up on page 31 is pure coincidence, it has nothing to do with the photo.
The Stoof was written on 24 July 2020, the photo under the poem was taken on 16 September 2020, the photo next to the poem, page 30 was taken on 1 June 2020. The way to create Photo Poetry in some way related yet not at all.

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perfect dAY

caught mist

when you feel good
 you can jog with blue hair
while smiling

when you feel good
 you cope with remarks
 wet camera

not perfect

too late runs itself
 going over into
 mend 

forgotten key
 going over into
perfect

light

rattle of Motorway one site
rattle of geese, seagulls, coots other site
no matter
as light sparks even inside ears

1 became 3
walking filled with
inspiration

forgetting mindset
no matter
all will be fine

lens

traditionally
topsy-turvy
instead
winding circuitous
mazy twisting
meandering
roundabout trick

tortuous

In the proces of making a book-car to wander about with, showing the books, selling the books. It will hook onto the bike, butte, it looks boringly black.
Paint, waterbased gravity paint, to get the colours. Car was painted on the allotment in the open air.
People remember mostly the drop photos, so went to get the car with the camera, to take photos of dew on the paint. Walking as bike has not yet the ‘towbar’.
Just made it in time for the vanishing mist, almost there, forgot the key.
Got the photos as a background for a logo. AND
Walking back became just perfect, still water, morning light, floating catkins, perfect for the Salix book.
Will safe them perfect photos for the book only as always.
One day soon (hopefully) tourists will walk along the Windmills meeting me and the book-car.
The date for publishing is postponed as it takes the printer longer, to get it prefect.

Roos Boekjes

BIRDy

rows

once sky high
acrobatting over under inside airflow
born sensation of aerodynamic 
no need for academic
feeling perfect flow

line skirt

avian composition
calamus writer
surface reality of vanes
keratin resistance
 uniquely cover
bewildered

left

secondary flight forming inner wings
sorting out wind connections
Primarary Remiges flown by
lost colours of love
contour down

the beauty of feathers 

‘dropped feathers’ was written with calamus “Icalamus” one of the first desktop publishing programs available for all, who write.

HOURS

these boots are made for………. and so we did
noise over noise 
inside more noise
need to get away from it
can't work like this
away
25 kilo metres 
searching for 
other sounds
on the edge of
here we go
dark and cold
scooter stink scooter noise, now there should go subsidies to electric scooters much better much better they who can afoord electric cars do they really need subsidies 
solved one problem in my mind just in my mind while fleeing what can not be left
here we go
dark and cold

landESscape
you know that feeling of
ultimate argument non winning sensations
now here comes the camera
excuse me 
what about them catkins ja
you are in macro mode ja
hey i am getting wet here ja
no win situation

once again
and again
under water what do you want to achieve 
with them spots them white spots
where did they come from in the first place
not inside my lenses my light focus shows something else 
and again

water
silence of water
music for mind
slowly certainly
coming and going
reflecting movement
let it be let it come let it smooth all away
hundreds of photos coming and going

suddenly Virginia Woolf flows by her shoes sink inside sand her pockets are filled with rocks her hair flows like waves over her facial expression just a moment out of hours reflecting in my mind her dead her books her words
3 women 3 timescales 3 livelihoods
1 movie hours away

like my mind hours flowing on water forgetting all what can not be left
leaving reality out of my mind like wolfs with dubble Osss
creating stories making lines of words over screams entering my mind
letting go of what lays behind entering what lays ahead in my mind just my mind not yours not his her lines are different than mine in offensive minefield going where insults solve into waterlines going where outrage sinks to bottomlines.

yep here an old place a new way


wave away

hours later words later images later
the certain need to go back

headache picking up
cold till the bones
legs numbing
battery low

almost too late for bakery almost not yet
so cakes and bread to celebrate hours
hours in solitude when creativity flows the best
now spending hours to fix it all inside my mind
creating my own words creating storylines
showing my vision 
what noise never will see
what hurry never will see
what concrete never will see



my studio

If you came this far to read what was written you might wonder i have lost my mind but no these are real feelings true feelings coming and going every day as i can not get used to city living inside a huge village but for dutch pricipes it is a village for me it is a city. To do what i do i need nature so need to escape.

My books are about just that in a certain way batteling against the stream in peace of mind.
Perhaps Virginia Woolf is the inspiration by the river.
More Virginia

None of the photos nor the poems will be published in the books they will stay unique for the books only, not for screens nor screams.

ReFine

front cover of book
ReFine to finer to nicer to
ReFlect of what is what should be
ReJect some words some meanings
ReDuce overload overmind
ReConcile all pages one after an other
reflect chestnut
ReClaim your actuality within 
ReAct to certain feelings not all
ReLease final seeing
ReBel towards the end
ROOTS

You know that saying; “Steep Learning Curve” well it was and still is.
BUT
The final touches have been applied today the ISBN number was falling out of line.
The next book “Salix” renewed with learned lessons, meaning started again, with bleed.
Now back to making photos, writting poetry.
First letting go some frustrations.

Reflection on my mind to refine the next.

Just got the message will not make the deadline, reflect, it will be fine. On a later date.

instant

instant drop

wiggle waggle wobble
wiekie hooo
 willy-nilly wimple wordsss

instant twist

growing book
more pages
instant inspiration
on demand

instant rainbow

experimenting on a flow
instantly
going 

instant glass

lucky feathers
in a bag
in on over glass

instant abstract

only when you read this
you see some background of
the book

while doing 
discovering
that can this can as well as

Needed quick and smart to make extra pages for the book Today
While neighbours are drilling and filling and you don’t want to know
Lucky for the headphones with noise isolation just music
Lucky for my collecting habit, in this case glass and feathers
It worked

The book will be bound, therefor pages devided by 4, ok but
Left page photo right page poem, didn’t work unless 
first page something else as well as the last page
so 4 more pages 2 added as photo-poem and 2 added as extra

ooooh and than the bleed the bid that is cut of oooohhhhh
well its done

soon

Trail

a book within a book

a story behind a story
the making behind the making

is it a box

trail did you leave a trail today
or did you take a trail
which way is the way

perhaps there are TWO

on my way to ULURU
no shoes
going 
long time ago

sand

sand in a bottle
burned ocre
black writing
yellow rice
alone in a box one only

expectation

a handmade book, hand written, hand tide, handover
will be for sale
on the new website
Roos Boekjes is now life but not finished, than will it ever finish
never too old to learn to make a website using wordpress is just not the same as making a blog, oeps what was i thinking but it will happen

Uluru is a very special place. My journey was a part of a land art project “Journey Through 2 Cultures”
One day i might write about that project, maybe tomorrow, perhaps not