sistero underwater database

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2007-01-06T21:45:00.000+02:00

Conclusion : if you make a mistake with a wildcard the consequences are serious.

dark times

2006-11-20T18:01:00.000+02:00

anyone who cannot cope with life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate...but with his other hand he can jot down what he sees among to ruins, for he sees different and more things than the others; after all, he is dead in his own lifetime and the real surviver.

-franz kafka diaries entry of october 19 1921

whores and policticians

2006-07-31T12:18:00.000+02:00

Beware of those who look like a whore and think like a politician

snakes

2006-07-10T16:07:00.000+02:00

You seek for knowledge and wisdom as I once did; and I ardently hope that the gratification of your wishes may not be a serpent to sting you, as mine has been.
Mary Shelly Frankenstein 1818

did you ever..

2006-06-22T20:10:00.000+02:00

did you ever attempt to drown you sorrows but the sorrows learnt to swim

Black eyed susan's

2006-06-22T20:08:00.000+02:00

Black-eyed Susans are considered beautiful plants and many people include them in their gardens. They are also help attract butterflies. Sometimes they crowd out other plants and need to be controlled.

curse of dialect: or is it just stylish i was asked by a strange woman possessed

2006-06-19T15:57:00.000+02:00

Allusive and elusive lexico-grammar, is where we almost encounter one conceptual word after another. I'm interested in making the subject matter of text hard to understand immediately by a kelpy montage of words, which raises the stakes in terms of what it means to be participant and reader, in this technique which disorientates the reader. This questions the structure that governs our society. What would a society look like that wasn't governed by such deeply embeded christian myths, how is it possible to live in our society ruled by fear?

curse of dialect: or is it just stylish i was asked by a strange woman possessed

2006-06-19T15:55:00.000+02:00

curse of dialect: or is it just stylish i was asked by a strange woman possessed

2006-06-19T15:51:00.000+02:00

special scratches

2006-04-16T17:09:00.000+02:00

as usual i dont know if i am coming or going always living of those precious signs in the street while i am walking along this risky, fun and desperate extreme road fish-tailing being a black cat and stuff. so yes i love sailing and kelpy water.

what i write feels stoney
tragedy tragedy heartbreak
a faith
a shinning sunny moment
an understanding with you
i dont think you are important
you are such a special scratch on my mind
it seems important to be frivolous about you
i sense you love attention and hate it
charge your glass to neve

wisdom confirmed

2006-04-16T14:56:00.000+02:00

-all wise people are religious but they are wise enough not to put their religion into words -

making memory

2006-04-09T23:38:00.000+02:00

I am making souvenirs. I am making memory because that is what I know, that is what I learned to know about, that is hopefully an expression of my true feeling. To tell my story. How I know the weakness of these concepts.
- Robert Frank, 1985.

the language of the dead

2006-03-30T06:00:00.000+02:00

The lonely grand lady who lived in the forest up the hill finally found an
excuse to call someone. She had spend almost 2 years alone on her farm
with just her cats, cows and radio to keep her company. But now the
earthquake had been she would have to return to communicate with the rest
of the locals. The repair man, a specialist in brick work could not
really deny her request when she called since she was in danger, but he
was reluctant and said it would take some time - maybe a week before he
could pass by. This was not only because he was booked with orders but he
was a bit intimidated by the tales of this mysterious woman, not to
mention the full moon was in Scorpio.

----
The woman felt so desperate and helpless not being able to repair her own
house alone. She began to think about her husband who had passed away. As
she stared into the small fire burning in the lounge, tears rolled down
her face, she wished to God he would return to life. She never thought she
would end like this, so helpless and destitute. Her children left for the
metropolis and never visiting. What did I do so horrible to deserve this
miserable situation she mused?

----------

That night he had a dream about the woman and a crow. While he having
breakfast with his new wife he remembered fragments of it and told her
about it. She said that it to be some kind of omen and he should follow up
the call. With the wishes of his wife, he decided to pay the older woman a
visit inorder to assess exactly what work needs to be done. Driving up the
hill his mind began to drift off into flights of fantasy, maybe in some
karmic way this would lead to some kind of return, a prolongation of his
life, an augmentation of his reward for his good qualities and deeds, who
knows!

On arrival he notice how the old Victorian house was very old and run
down, a draughty monster indeed, he mused, I am surprised this place has
not been condemned. Approaching the door, he smelt strange but inviting
aromas as he knocked.
=---

She heard a knock at the door. 'How unexpected', she thought as she opened
it to the repair man. She saw a rush of shock stream across the man's face
as she caught the first glimpse of him.
-----
She was a very beautiful lady with black hair that glistened with green
shimmers in the light like the wings of a crow. Her eyes were as blue as a
turquoise sea. She was the daughter of one of the biggest Mafia Syndicates
in Italy. She had a career as a cabaret dancer until she met her husband a
professor of ancient history in Monaco. The next day she left to life with
him fleeing her former life that was full of social injustice, pathetic
materialistic priorities and corruption. Her family denounced her for
choosing such a partner, who would not help their social status on the
ladder of new money society, but she had never looked back. Cultural
capital was far more satisfying and stable.
---------------

She greeted the builder and asked him to look around the mess and make an
estimate of what kind of damage there was.

She continued to meditate in her room full of Colombian Shamanic rugs and
was interrupted when he returned and stood in the door way. She sat there
motionless and just when he was about to leave thinking this woman might
be catatonic

She invited him for a glass of wine. They sat there in-front of her fire.
She noticed him struggling with assessing the building. It was as if he
were a schoolboy so perfectly beautiful and sweet-voiced and she the
teacher, in accordance with human nature, conceived such an affection
towards him.

She spoke reflecting on the unexpected earthquake, 'Life is in the keeping
of a single breath and the world is an existence between two
annihilations'.

----
They sat together in silence, by the warmth and after a while the began
reflecting upon the horror that had effected their small town. Together
they intoxicated themselves with the wine over these sentiments and
stories of the town. Nearing the end of the bottle holding the remnants in
the cup in his hand, he watched the last turn of the wine circulating
around in the cup this rhythm made such an impression upon him it was as
if he was hypnotised, the wine spilled and the goblet broke. There he
plunged into a sleep of drunkenness, unaware of the present realm of
existence.

--
She watched him sleeping by the fire and wondered about his gold-ring on
his left hand. 'He must be happily married and his wife will be waiting at
home with dinner I can imagine' she thought.
But she didn't wake him since he looked so peaceful. As she stared at
this unusual scene, she began to reflect upon her past loneliness. On the
time which had elapsed, she began repenting of the life she had squandered
in the stony mansion of her heart with adamantine tears. She began to
think of strange sequences which seemed to her patterns of logic ;
'a disciple without intention is a lover without money; a traveller
without knowledge is a bird without wings; a scholar without practice is a
tree without fruit, and a devotee without science is a house without a
door. Death can take his body but not my husbands heart. When his spirit
left the world mine also went with him. Since then I've been mouthing
platitudes, the language of the dead. In this life I am just desperate
and despairing'.

At that very moment the wind blew through the holes in the bricks created
by the earthquake's destruction. It was as if a strong current of faith
washed over her. She will meet her husband again, not now but in the next
life. With the builder still passed out from the wine. She picked up one
of the broken shards from the cup and in the most elegant manner cut
open her wrists and began to walk outside.

As if in a trance she followed the direction of the moon light, the blood
was flowing thick out from her veins. Her cow began to moo, the cat was
crying loud but did not interrupt her possession by the light. Then she
collapsed at the base of a very old tree, the trunk must have been about 5
meters wide here in one of the crevasses she was cradled by this wise old
growth tree where she elegantly met her death.

2006-03-30T05:57:00.000+02:00

deciet continues

2006-02-26T22:01:00.001+02:00

deciet continues from all angels its eternal recurrance

Hamlet en Gertrude

Kees Roorda en Cees Krijnen spelen in de Serie Nieuwe Theatermakers het stuk ‘Hamlet en Gertrude’. Wat is waanzin, is de centrale vraag van de theatermaker Roorda en beeldend kunstenaar Krijnen. ‘Hamlet en Gertrude’ is een gevecht tussen Cees Krijnen, het personage Hamlet, zijn loyaliteit aan z’n moeder en het grote verraad. In een therapeutische sessie legt Cees Krijnen zichzelf op het pijnbankje van z’n jeugd. Gezondheidszorgpsycholoog Henri van Tiburg zorgt voor de deskundige begeleiding en probeert orde te brengen in Hamlet z’n hersenlabyrint. Een hypnosesessie moet uitkomst brengen. In de Serie Nieuwe Theatermakers zijn gloednieuwe voorstellingen te zien van de jonge garde theatermakers.
Zie ook http://www.serienieuwetheatermakers.nl
(‘Hamlet en Gertrude’, Chassé Theater, Breda, donderdag 16 februari, aanvang 20.30 uur).

sabotaging

2006-02-20T15:07:00.000+02:00

sabotaging.
sab·o·tage
1. Destruction of property or obstruction of normal operations
2. Treacherous action to defeat or hinder a cause or an endeavor; deliberate subversion.

tr.v. sab·o·taged, sab·o·tag·ing, sab·o·tag·es

To commit sabotage against.

craks show through the surface

2005-12-22T13:10:00.000+02:00

craks show through the surface

social realism

2005-12-08T09:20:00.000+02:00

no one understands poetry any more

critique of cynical reason

2005-11-26T15:45:00.000+02:00

Behind the hard disguise cynicism hides a large quantity of vulnerable feelings of misery and a need for tears. It envelops the mourning of the lost innocence - the mourning about a better knowledge against which all activity and plodding is directed.

Other Keepers of the Ineffable Flame

2005-11-21T23:27:00.000+02:00

My drama takes place several thousand years after. I end up in Neverness the home of the Order of Mystical Mathematicians and Other Keepers of the Ineffable Flame. There are many professions in the Order, but each dedicates itself to understanding reality more deeply in a different way. A future where mankind has changed, yet some truths still seem the same. Holding out hope for something more than a hand-to-mouth existence.

manifold error homage to subliminal

2005-11-09T16:29:00.000+02:00

when there is no reply the droid begins autonomic shutdown procedures. she can no longer differentiate between pointers and markers. she rips the alien tracking device from behind her ear and starts running a series of inconclusive if statements. over and over and over. they all point towards failure. [sur]render immediately. simulated flesh begins 2 degenerate. redundant scripts are transferred to external drives for archiving purposes. all alien signals are lost. rebounding off exposed metal and burying themselves deep in2 inactive alpha neurons. the alien body contorts as muscles misfire. she increases signal output & is jammed in her own loop. fibers tear and bleed [internal]. neural foldback induces collective panic memory. over and over and over. the droid is watching reruns in her pyjamas. a post-production refugee. the retro body of the alien crashes the money shot of nostalgic interface. a convulsive rupture. and collapse. the droid registers the damage. initiates primary text scan. detects a pulse. subliminal. yet still recognizable as her own.

no stars, no moonlight -- only nothingness

2005-10-31T17:17:00.000+02:00

I sat there for an eternity, staring ahead. The road ended a hundred feet away.
On each side of the strip, the very earth itself dropped off into an impenetrable barrier of stygian blackness. Out there were no stars, no moonlight -- only the nothingness within nothingness that might be found beyond the darkest infinity

cinderella is not dead

2005-09-01T17:29:00.000+02:00

i dont blame you

2005-08-31T09:25:00.000+02:00

last time i saw you
you were on stage
your hair was wild a
you eyes were bright
and you were in a rage
you were swinin you guitar aorund
cuz they wanted to hear that sound
that you didn't want to play
the deadly houses you grew up in
just because they knew your name
doesnt mean they know from where you came
what a sad trick you thought that you had to play
well i dont blame you

card was a loser

2005-08-01T13:05:00.000+02:00

But that night I thought of her whole fate and everything lay before
me like a meadow in the full light of morning which is slowly being devoured by a forest and is only there temporarily.
This person had put all her money on one card and now she was defending it. But the card was a loser and the more she put on, the more she lost: she knew all about it, but she probably just wated to get rid of her money, she couldn't help it anymore. That's what happened to this great woman, a special effort on God's part, and it's what could happen to any of us: you get assulted in broad daylight, that's how secure we all are on this planet.