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'Le temps est provisoire. Les saisons se succèdent.
Et les jours sont des phrases.'

Ene Mihkelson
www.litterature-estonienne.com/poemes-14/
'that the clay pot
lay in shards / that the dry flowers were cast
across the rug - ancient seeds, crumbs -
such mornings
and the light reached all the way into the dark'

Ann Lauterbach - Tangled Reliquary
February 16, 2026 at 6:20 PM
'If from the experience of torture any knowledge at all remains that goes beyond the plain nightmarish, it is that of a great amazement and a foreignness in the world that cannot be compensated by any sort of subsequent human communication.'

Améry - "Torture" in At the Mind's Limits
August 31, 2025 at 7:25 PM
'I believe we learn to know by doing what we care about, and that this doing is the best route to a life well spent. The relation between doing, knowing, and caring is embedded in reciprocity; and reciprocity is contingent on receptivity.'

Ann Lauterbach - Introduction to The Night Sky
August 31, 2025 at 2:49 PM
'How shall we hold on, when everything bright falls away?
How shall we know what calls us
when what’s past remains what’s past
And unredeemed,'

Charles Wright - A Journal of the Year of the Ox
August 31, 2025 at 2:45 PM
'But how describe the world seen without a self? There are no words. Blue, red–even they distract, even they hide with thickness instead of letting the light through. How describe or say anything in articulate words again?'

Woolf - The Waves
August 31, 2025 at 2:27 PM
All definitions of emptiness
are inverse.
I cannot say what it is, I can only say what it is not.
I cannot describe its essence, I can describe only its effects.
Although emptiness is nothing, not even a space,
it produces spaces.

Manner: Chromatic Levels

nordicvoices.blogspot.com/2011/04/chro...
Nordic Voices in Translation
A blog mainly about literature and life in the Nordic countries.
nordicvoices.blogspot.com
August 31, 2025 at 2:01 PM
On the 7th day we rest our hands and read our books.

I don't know what it is about Graham's poetry. Can only ever read a few lines and need to let them sink in. To think about them, to understand their strength and to get to know the insight.
August 31, 2025 at 11:27 AM
Lois Dodd - Framing the Ephemeral

Really really interesting. I found it very encouraging to see her paintings.

www.kunstmuseum.nl/en/exhibitio...
August 31, 2025 at 11:05 AM
yes.
i love how she walks around it and looks at it.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6Hh...
Vilma Henkelman - Biggest bowl on a potter's wheel - 2000
YouTube video by Vilma Henkelman
www.youtube.com
August 30, 2025 at 9:08 PM
Vilma Henkelman - hoge gedraaide vaas (1980)
www.vilmahenkelman.nl
www.yvettelardinois.com/news/in-memo...
August 30, 2025 at 8:56 PM
the hague the beautiful
nu.nl NU.nl @nu.nl · Aug 30
Video | Aandacht voor veiligheid meisjes en vrouwen op straat bij protestmars in Den Haag #algemeen
Video | Aandacht voor veiligheid meisjes en vrouwen op straat bij protestmars in Den Haag
www.nu.nl
August 30, 2025 at 8:48 PM
Gutte Eriksen, Denmark. Bowl on foot in glazed stoneware. Raku burnt technique. 1960's.
August 30, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Top up. About 200kg. I have a bonus card. Do you wanna use your points they asked.
August 30, 2025 at 4:47 PM
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Of ghosts and angels: The Painted Room by Inger Christensen, translated by Denise Newman #WITMonth
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Of ghosts and angels: The Painted Room by Inger Christensen
Recently re-issued by New Directions, Denise Newman’s translation of Inger Christensen’s 1976 novella The Painted Room might at first appear to be somewhat more conventional than the Danish poet’s …
roughghosts.com
August 30, 2025 at 6:26 AM
I want to make a celadon but less murky one and maybe with less speckle. Probably not easy. This was woodfired 2yrs ago. Celadon to me always has been the colour of eternity. Replacing the element. I love that it is called element.
August 30, 2025 at 9:13 AM
Lots n lots of pots
So many. Gone through half a ton of clay in the last week or two. My potempire. I have more ideas of things i want to make. But maybe the element is going. Hopefully not yet.
August 30, 2025 at 3:11 AM
So deep in potland. Dont want to come out.
August 29, 2025 at 9:59 PM
'I left the protection
of my plan & my
thinking. I let my self
go. Is this hope I

thought. Light fled.
We have a world
to lose I thought.
Summer fled.'

Jorie Graham - On the Last Day
August 29, 2025 at 9:55 PM
the one for discipline
August 29, 2025 at 6:32 PM
'We cannot even imagine how to be humble.'

Agnes Martin
August 28, 2025 at 7:16 PM
'I wish the idea of time would drain out of my cells and leave me
quiet even on this shore.'

Agnes Martin
August 28, 2025 at 7:16 PM
I made white. I call it tu white (tu= transcendental unity. Kant is white).

#inthenewstudio
#research
August 28, 2025 at 2:05 PM
'The underside of the leaf
Cool in shadow
Sublimely unemphatic
Smiling of innocence

The frailest stems
Quivering in light
Bend and break
In silence

This poem, like the paintings, is not really about nature. It is not
what is seen. It is what is known forever in the mind.'

Agnes Martin - Writings
August 27, 2025 at 9:30 PM
I have exchange my driving licence for a Dutch one and they made me do a medical test and it wasnt easy, but i passed it and they have given me back everything which is nice.
Little lady has a truck driving licence. Still dont much like driving.

#nodrivingundertheinfluenceobviously
August 27, 2025 at 9:15 PM