Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Miserably unequal



Desired depth of desire, connection and involvement
by you...
by me...




Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Only victims



I love you
I do
but I decided
(and it hurts me too)
that I'd rather be lonely alone
than lonely with you.



Thursday, September 24, 2009

Reward for services rendered



Yeah, sure.


Watch it that she doesn't take you by the balls!



Well, if there is something I do not have to worry about...


At least something we both agree on...



... your merit that I preferred to work so hard rather then being at home.


tweede deisel



Wie het onderste uit de kan wil hebben...


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Er is er één jarig, hoera, hoera!



En dat vinden wij allemaal prettig
ja ja


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Divorce: victim and wrongdoer (02)



I thought that in the last 25 years I built some credit with my future ex-family so that they would have contacted me to hear if there is more depth to "the story".


Tant pis, back to the order of the day.



Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Flown wolf



Better turning half way
than go fully astray.


Monday, September 14, 2009

The sacred matrimony



Sacred to who and why?


Saturday, September 12, 2009

Soit...



I do not need support nor disapproval of others of my decision to break with my spouse. If, for your world view, you need to give me the role of wrongdoer in this divorce feel free to do so.

My idea? I have no obligation to you to stay unhappy for the rest of my life just for all your sake.

I can still look at myself in the mirror and that's my only reference.

What do you blame me? That it took me so long to decide?



Four months later



Four months after I wrote Oh irony (omen? amen? out?) the shards are still in our bedroom.

literally and metaphorically


Divorce: victim and wrongdoer (01)



Live can be so easy.


Et alors?



...


Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Melancolia



Als men ten laatste heeft gevonden
Waar heel de ziel naar smacht,
Dan is 't te laat, de dag verzwonden,
Reeds valt de nacht.

Als 't kleed ons past, is het versleten,
Als men het boek kent, is het uit,
Als men het leven komt te weten,
Dan valt het scherm dat alles sluit.


C. Vosmaer (1826-1888)




Tuesday, September 01, 2009