song of the day (somewhere between saturday and sunday)

King Crimson - Epitaph

lovely, that, to wake up with, and to go to sleep with. which i will do now. after i finished listening.

song of the day (tuesday, but actually already wednesday)

Radiohead - Down Is the New Up


(version with Thom Yorke himself on the piano, i've only got this from youtube actually, as i don't know the cd it's on. maybe on the second cd of In Rainbows? pay attention to the rhythm of the piano, reminds me of The Pyramid Song)



--- a small update (approximately 40 minutes later, for he/she who cares) ---

apparently on youtube different versions can be found. i usually don't post links here, but now i would like to make an exception (and maybe i should do this more often?). should you want to listen, make sure it's this version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ9le9DMd4Q

...have fun!

...and if not: have fun!

song of the day

(woops, and i've already broken the promise i made in my previous post. i'll try to make it up this week... but for now: here's the song of the day)


UNKLE - Be There (with Ian Brown)

a message to my 5,12 billion gazillion fans

from now on i will try to write a post weekly, because i've been so busy/lazy/absent-minded/indifferent/afraid to fail (you may decide which one it's going to be) that i've only been posting every twenty years or so. let's see if i can keep this promise.

oh, and this message does not count as one of the posts; this week's post was the poem below, which i did not even write myself (i only did the lousy translation)


anyway: hurray!

poem of inner peace

Put your head like so in my arm
so that from your forehead to your mouth my gaze may glide
over the bridge of your nose
Put your head like so
On your mouth I put my hand
rest assured



(this is a translation of a poem by Antwerp poet Paul van Ostaijen.)

happiness # 22 / sadness # 4

PJ Harvey's song When Under Ether. the haunting beauty of human-born inner pain. and yet somewhat uplifting. more than one could or might imagine. stays with you a very, very long time, as long as you listen, listen, listen.

autumn sun

the autumn sun is the prettiest. for now at the start of the cycle of natural decay, we have leaves crumpling on every street, and line-drawn trees instead of full-blown magnifications of green. but for the sun, it is the best time to sneak in. in the summertime, the rays are too strong and thus she can only look at us from above. now at least she does not have to fear her own ferocity, and, from a lower, unsurpassingly beautiful angle, she drawns long, long, long shadows in every landscape, as if there will be no tomorrow. the contrast of a pearl blue sky and fresh green trees only does this much; it is the spectacular collision of yellow, and red, and old, nearly dying green with the now more intense blue sky that really draws all souls to the sageness of elder days.


there is no reason why i write this, and neither should there be one. trees are trees, skies are skies, the sun is the sun. if this is all, then it is more than enough.

on an island 2

I am an ocean,
Motionless and full of storms,
Ever moving; still.

dwr budr

just been ten days to Greece. a great trip, but i just wanted to say a big fuck you to everyone who throws filth in our seas and oceans. and i'm not just talking about dumping tons of oil or polluting things on a general scale -- if you've thrown a small sheet of paper in the water you're just as guilty for messing up our beautiful seas. every bit counts. i threw some things i found in the water in the garbage can myself, but it just felt so... useless. so: fuck you. and i do mean that.

i stink, therefore i am

if we all are unique, are we then still unique?