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Friday 5

It’s Friday! Finally. The week was very long, wasn’t it? It felt like three, probably because I had a migraine since Wednesday afternoon and it only let up this morning. The weather is dreadful and it is cold. I am not the biggest fan of winter (an even less of winter coats). Maybe the sun will be back again to give the summer the farewell it deserves. Until then, let’s listen to some music.

song

poster paints – number 1

Poster Paints is a duo from Glasgow/Scotland. Their style is between pop and shoegaze. Very mellow. Just right for one last night sitting outside, wrapped in a thick blanket. The above song is from the self-titled album Poster Paints (2022)

Photo

There is no filter on the photo. It’s zoomed in on the view we had last Sunday evening. It almost looks as if their were waves on the sky. Quite poetic, I think.

Visitors:

USA

India

UK

Spain

Australia

Post of the week

The August Current is here

To be honest, I only sent out two copies. One to the UK and one to the Luxembourgish National Library. Sometimes, I don’t feel like a writer or poet. I feel like an imposter for using that word to describe myself. Other times, I remember that I have the books to show that I am. They could be read. They aren’t but they could be.

Thoughts

Tomorrow, I will have my first teaching of the schoolyear. I need to have at least 40 hours of trainings in one year (it’s required by law). This year, I put my focus on speech and the use of voice. Which reminds me: butterfly tears has a home on Soundcloud too. It doesn’t have any listens yet. Be the first?

Thank you for being there. Thank you for seeing me.

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From Night’s Burden to Morning’s Peace

The night was indeed a daunting stretch of time, filled with restlessness that seemed to seep into every crevice of the mind. Tossing and turning became the established routine, as if the body sought solace in movement, hoping to shed the weight of sleeplessness. Each passing hour felt like an eternity, stretching the night into what seemed like an endless expanse of time. In the quiet solitude, the minutes crawled by, weighed down by the burden of restlessness. The night, typically so vast and enveloping, felt strangely short, as if slipping through trembling fingertips, each moment fleeting yet strangely elongated in its discomfort. It was as if time itself had taken on a different form, becoming a tangible adversary in the battle for peaceful slumber.

As dawn’s first light breaches the horizon’s line,
A weary soul feels the night’s heavy toll decline.
In the hush of early morn, there lies a silent plea,
For the morrow to be kind, and the heart, burden-free.

The stars, once bright sentinels in the sky’s vast dome,
Fade to memory, as dreams find their way home.
With the coming of the light, shadows retreat,
And the night’s dark musings, at last, admit defeat.

So hold fast to the promise each new day brings,
Of hope and renewal, and the peace it sings.
For though the night may seem an endless plight,
It’s but a passage to the morning’s gentle light.

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fiction/poetry – 237 words – reading time: 1 minute

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Photos and stuff

I take many pictures. Often they seem a bit weird or abstract, but I like it that way, it’s the way I see the world.

A couple of weeks ago, I was approached via Instagram (Insta Link) asking if I was interested in creating a calendar with my pictures and words. It was a bit late for 2024 and to be honest, if I did a calendar, I would do it on my own. But a seed was planted.

I am wondering if I should put my weird photos in a book. Some of my pictures look like record covers. I like that a lot. I am not a photographer and my pictures don’t have any finesse. Just like my writing they aren’t overly polished. And yet… There is a mood palpable on my pictures.

It’s just a thought, a fantasy maybe. But I think I would enjoy my photos on glossy paper 🙂

What do you think about my photos? Pretentious? Nice? Awful?

Do you like taking pictures? What’s your preferred motive? Next to my kids, I seem to have a thing for roads… If you look at my IG (my IG link) you will see.

What’s the last artsy pic you took?

I made sensory bottles for work – these are macro images of the bubbles and glitter and colours…

Thank you for your patience with me and for popping by every once in a while.

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