stained glass window
showed her strange effects
making darkness shine
it al became right
inside likability
turning behind display
she won’t be cast of
electric catch
1000
while walking the spiral
somebody
concentrate not on feet
taking away
wings
The Place
This is the place where we can leave noises from society behind us
Here we don’t need to run
Here are no bills
Here are no lies
Here is no money
Here is no achievement
Here you find beauty
Here you find survival
Survival we forget but can not ignore
that Place we all need
that Place we are looking for
We don’t know what it looks like
but
We will find it
We fight for it
We cry for it
We don’t know what it is
We all will find it all in our own Way
The poem was written in September 1986 and
one day it will be a part of a novel
no title yet
A book with proza, with memories, with forgotten stories
If you wonder yes, i found the Place several times in my life
Roos Zwart will have an open Gallery at her home/office
showing you some photo technics you can try yourself
make a date with her on
2 and 3 October
and
9 and 10 October
Roos Boekjes
sEEd
even niets
silence in your ears
concept in your mind
seed trapped green
purpose ZOMAAR
under that one, on top this one
surrounded by your spot your vision
alone
like a spider inner web
observation
hovering Dentante
wind blows single shout
tetering under clouds
still tentacle
all is FINE within silence mind
it has been a while but have reach my space in a certain way
I am living away from major cities close to several national parks
Meeting myself again
i only need to cycle 10 minutes and i am in a forest and when going the other direction it is even faster, say 7 minutes and trees surround me and my bike and best of all nooooo cars
Yep surrounded by forests and as you can see on ‘found it’ heather and even some small hills.
Perhaps you missed me, maybe not, but, i missed myself and so glad to have found her again.
to perceive that concept
you need to see
spy with your eyes
underneath your view
make sure of wet knees
determine worm glimpse
sleep underneath your lips
velvet observation
consider no evaluation
just look what you see
receive no consultation
walk to interview with eyes wide open
distinguish what lays behind
your vision
notice that slightest sight
catch espy
appreciate your flight
comprehend
sheltered love
within your fathom
Perhaps, maybe, possible, you need to see before you look
inside photography
perhaps not
Morning light sure helps to ease ones mind.
on a personal note, i am moving house going away from city persuit, leaving behind an other garden for somebody else to enjoy, creating more gardens on ground force, going north to a house on floor level.
see you soon
outline what
the indefinite
or perhaps nothingness
theoretical yes
practical no
functional never
notion of noticeable
conceptable image
creating unreal reality
infront of the lens
best subject for this
water
which is already an unreal element
hard ice, liquid running, soft snow,
see through
drift on
reflecting storm
all colours
WATER has it
to experiment with
second book ready
third book
running
golden rule of silence
reflecting on soundless
moment cut off
noboddy in sight
muteness in vision
lightness in colour
calm wakening
outline no form
silhouette of mist
silence in finding
not just right word
not just right light
not just right size
not just right composition
not just right
silence in finding
What i like to show in my photos is not anything right
but
Showing silence
Lately focussing on emptiness, having only a bit sharp, having only a bit filled.
Instead of the golden rules and the constant emphasis on composition.
Laying a feeling of silence in the focus of the photo.
The empty photos are always good for placing poetry on the photo without comprimising the picture, words not taking away the vision.
What you think?
Do they reflect silence or just early morning light or even something else.
On page 31 of the “Dropped Feather” book you find a poem with the title “Stoof”, here follows the inspiration of that poem.
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.
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.
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.
when you feel good
you can jog with blue hair
while smiling
when you feel good
you cope with remarks
wet camera
too late runs itself
going over into
mend
forgotten key
going over into
perfect
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
traditionally
topsy-turvy
instead
winding circuitous
mazy twisting
meandering
roundabout trick
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
