PRICE OF ART

I woke up with you in mind hearing your shouts, seeing your act art you said art

as i wait for the first bird song you wait for the first embarrassment

you have a name, you have a fame, you teach to earn

scream to act art you say

the thousand fine lines a question the embarrassment

RAIN DROPS IN THE AIR

Looking further into some facts

the aim for the shame

searching for what is lost

inside a scream of silence a scream of taal

en nog eens taal

Vergeefse woorden zoeken naar menselijke mening, menselijke redenering

ik herinner, terwijl de vogel mij niet ziet

een vermenging van woordeloze Beelden

Verbeelding van menselijk gezag

het gezegde van een FLITZZZZ

onderweg van het weg zijn van de

WALKING IN THE RAIN

roaring trucks, zooming first cars

into the silence faling raindrops, rolling of leaFs

circles

somebody else has been here, footprint from behind

shout for what is lost, what will be lost

only without the anger, leaving that embarrassment

a shout of silenced grieving, act silent walking, over a noisy track

should i act this sadden dance to get attention for loosing

perhaps it is the falling of failing

FINGERS

dat ik bewandel na de nacht

een druppel hier            een druppel daar

een gloeiende plaat, in ieder hoek

taal zeg je een vergeten woord van het niet willen weten

stilletjes nat worden voor het zien van dat kunstzinnige moment

kunst waar vind je dat, aan een hangende tak zonder bladeren

het niet weten voelt veilig aan

nee, laat maar     ik wil het voelen

achter de pijn van verliezen ligt de glorie van schoonheid

DIE komt zonder prijs

dansend over een bank, terwijl de bankrekening loopt leeg

genietend van een teer moment, regen valt niet leeg

SEED

treecreeper crawls away vertical movement

now

the rain truly falls

100 1000000

one hundred million

for a piece of skull

money of dead reminder of bulbs 1640

art for few collecting emptiness, no tax on art

10,000 times 10,000

art against reason a silent reminder of what i don’t want

is het een kunst om iets te maken waarvan iedereen zegt wat knap

of

CAMPER IN THE RAIN

is het een kunst om iets te maken wat jezelf niet echt snapt

een vergeten liedje van herman van veen met blijvende gedachte goed

walking back through the rain leaving art well behind

i sell what i create

artinisme off

dripping drops make no difference

i see your anger of lost words

leaf your act of desperation

its all a vague nothing on lendless paper

REGEN WEG

ik ga verder met mijn zin

zinloos dwalen tussen woorden van niets

lege druppels in jouw haar

warme bries in mijn gedachte

verder heeft het geen

ZIN

 

DABE ART

TAIL OF HORSE

TAIL OF A HORSE

go where one can go

looking for stillness amongst sounds
of constant going
squeal over iron, rubber tackling asphalt

the surprise from a crossing horse
across flowing mist shelter
chestnut trees

ssstttt

cannot believe my luck
hoef niet bang te zijn on the streaming desperate
motion
purple stains old punk passing tail trail fail
no more

lets tale away in mystical devotion
over river stows silence remains
by the lone wooded strain, do not come my way

eye aye

the morning sun wake endless shakes, it will not follow you
beams into shrinking themes go under ageing agent tree
it seems free to go
silently

cannot see, really feel very strange
the sun is here where the Hawthorn left, the Elder follows
pigeon flies over horse trail Chestnut

monet moment

very soon they all come out
despairing my lost moment
tires overshadow birdsong, running way, running away
i do not want to stay, minding bones
its all so strange, do not feed the animals, do not flee the peace, do not flea the peas

horse SUN

mAgdA

17 June 2015

Hemel Hempstead

Hollow Tree OAK

One day i found a hollow part of a trunk along the Shropshire Union Canal. Somebody discarded it as no use for burning as the centre is half rotten and some of the wood was composted into soil. The idea to use it one day to plant it with a tree in it an old tree giving space to a new tree even feeding giving soil to the new tree. The hollow tree trunk lived for several weeks now on top of the roof looking a part of the small land-art garden.

the roof garden

The soil washed away during the travels but has been replaced once again with soil from a mole-hill and one of the small Oaks found her new home in it. Here it will grow for the next few months until we are back at the Shropshire Union Canal where she will be planted with trunk and all in the soil to grow.

the tree trunk

From this came the next planting. An old tree trunk next to the Trend and Mersey Canal, a dead Willow. The last planting had a circle of willows around the Oak this time the Oak went into the Willow. Willow trees don’t grow old but do grow fast, at their end of life circle they become hollow and just fall over.

digging out

This Willow tree was wisely cut and left, it was a big tree with several stems. If you pollard a Willow it can become a good old tree but will also hollow out creating a brilliant habitat for wildlife while the tree keeps on growing. We saw many along the canals, they become real sculptures.

the soil mixture

The Willow had a soft centre which i removed al the way down to the bottom and filled it with old coffee, tea and soil with plenty of stones for drainage. It felt like a sponge so soft and very wet, my arm was just long enough to come to the bottom. The little Oak went in, no need for water the surrounding tree trunk will act as a sponge while the rain can dribble away to the bottom through all the rocks. You can see the stinging nettle taking well advantage of the rotting tree-trunk. The nettles feeding in their turn the surrounding soil for any plant who comes along on the wind.

new tree in old tree

The Oak will slowly grow and become old, the tree-trunk will slowly but certainly rot away around the new tree. The soil can wash away from the bottom leaving some bare old roots but the Oak will grow on evolving in her own root sculpture. Before the root sculpture to appear many years will pass as nature has no haste. Around her some rocks were placed from the places she visited on her trip on top of the boat.

the rocks from the canals

Sand stone from the Shropshire Union Canal, flint from the Grand Union canal from the Cassiobury park where one of her sisters grows now, a round pebble from the Coventry Canal. One pebble came from Trefin Beach the root of the bridge planting that I do.

tree sensation

Finally she got an inscription of tree sensations.

here we go again

 

HIDDEN

Today the first little Oaks went into the ground as a part of the Bridge Land Art Project. The acorn was planted last autumn, you read about it on this blog.

The little Oak in her pot

The last two months the Oak came along with us, on top of our NarrowBoat Wånderlust.
Two Oaks in this pot so it was time to plant one of them, even they only came up a few weeks ago.
It is amazing to see how much she grew already.

The plant and the root

You can clearly see the acorn and how it sprouted out into a little baby tree.

acorn

The acorn was planted in the soil of a mole hill and just near our mooring i saw a mole hill hidden under some green. It is at the edge of a beautiful forest park along the towpath.
The spot for this little tree.

het plekje

The clearing began and the collection of rocks to keep the soil of the mole hill in place. While working some people past asking what i was doing, so I showed the little tree. Now this tree has some local people who will keep an eye on her to make sure she keeps on growing.

mount of rocks

Around this area, you can find lots of brilliant flint rocks. The beauty of flint is the many shapes and colours it comes in.
In the early morning i went out in the dew to look for rocks and dew drops.
While looking i found this bizarre mounts in the middle of the forest. No idea why, no idea what, yet they are made on purpose. Somebody has been creative, helping me to find plenty of great stones.

One mount after an other mount of dug up clay, what else can you say than hidden confusion.

hidden confusion
from within she reappears
warm
with a tingle in her toes
no need to hide
or
—…..—
she looks back
hidden
confusion
never mind the muddy hands

Oak on rocks let her grow

There 4 more Oaks on the roof of the boat waiting for an other good spot. One of them will be planted with a circle of Willows, which are also on top of the roof.

 

LINE

read before you like *_*

silver eye
…………………  purple line
…………………………………………  yen yelp sky

purple line

nymph creates a
…………………………….  last myth
from an oyster one
……………………………….  ending posy
python tells us a
…………………………….  final Rye

sycamore shows
……………………………………  ultimate Syringa
typical variation of
…………………………………….  extreme Yuppie
yet
the
gypsie reveals an other
…………………………………………..  supreme hysteria

silver eye

purple line
…………………………silver eye
………………………………………………….yen yelp sign

i am sorry but wordpress is not much good to work with in making visual poetry therefor the dots…….
NOW
a question i played with some words, can you see what the word play is???

looking forwards to hear from you

Norther Wind Tears

NORTHER WIND TEARS

see it all of the nothing
to see
as elephants flow down to
sheen

see what there isn’t
to see
scarlet sea-lens hanging from
trees

rockt road

see them disappear
into see
burned ash of ribbon
deal

see who doesn’t want
to see
Yellow flashes of skimmed
fees

see

see it alone down the
seam
she is all so low as a french
blow

trol

TROY
this is my beauty
solid beauty

willow plain of troy

MELT

sponges start
to crack underneath
feet
in the lee of ice golden sparks
emerge on eyes

spark

distant morning M6
roars on like a never
ending journey
lets go down and stand still

broken root

underneath frost from the past
lays the dew of the
future
not showing what
eyes see
appearing images of illusory stillness
like
expectation falling from
rain
let the mind dream a broken
way

rain

squaling frozen leaves
conceal tramping feet
when the sun hits the ground
it all falls in drops
cold
strings
through
wellies
curl the toes while hanging low

pointer

the bow churn the way
cast iron pointer
shivering realization
into the body
down the yellow rose
where
the oak grows out of the owl

flow

 

while walking down the tow path on a early frosty morning
thoughts that wander