ALBERT EINSTEIN ~ ON THE MYSTERIOUS

“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s
THE SURREALITY/REALITY OF GIORGIO MORANDI. Giorgio Morandi (1890 -1964) was an Italian painter and printmaker. “There is nothing more surreal,
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
… And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson ~ Hope
Federico Garcia Lorca “Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. No one is sleeping
THE SIRENS ARE ENCHANTERS Circe warns Odysseus about the Sirens: “You will come first of all to the Sirens, who
A poem by Paul Eluard “I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s
THE SURREALITY/REALITY OF GIORGIO MORANDI. Giorgio Morandi (1890 -1964) was an Italian painter and printmaker. “There is nothing more surreal,
“It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.” Andre Breton Photo by Henry Cartier
Brassai (Ghula Halasz,1899-1984)-.Juan-les-pins, Folies Bergère, 1932
Silent Whisper Photo by Monique Lucy Weberink 2016
FEELING OF IMMORTALITY
Please stop, I need silence inside
Be quiet, there is so much noise
No longer is it possible to live
Words are floating away from me
Dragged along with the ocean tide
My body and soul are kept in piece
While walking along this seashore
Feelings are drawn away from me
Picked up by the unpredictable tide
Gone forever dragged into the deep
New waves keep arriving onshore
The water looks so tender and soft
But at the same time so very cruel
I am much aware of my vulnerability
So small am I in the presence of you
Why did you always need control
You have drowned my personality
And the water continued to call me
Always these same waveless voices
Why didn’t you just let me drift away
A meander of tears escaping my eyes
This desperate heart of mine is leaking
Flooding my remorse and bitter feelings
A pool which colors are nothing but dark
Slowly vaporized by the heat of hatred
The sand sticks to my feet as if a warning
But its no use I am encouraged to walk on
This luring abyss is dangerously present
A constant flux of changes but I hesitate
Before me the sun disappears at horizons end
I realize I am just focused on my own pain
Words no longer reach my sinking heart
But the emotional wound is cut too deep
I am desperately seeking my own relief
Do I honestly think this is not the end?
Monique Lucy Weberink
January, 2012
THE SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR EFFECT “I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.” SIMONE
A confinement in body …not in soul. What started 5 weeks ago as a horrible time for me due
Federico Garcia Lorca “Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. No one is sleeping
Federico Garcia Lorca “Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. No one is sleeping
Monique’s Passion ~ Living an Artful Life How did I end up living an Artful life? I want to start of by
THE SIRENS ARE ENCHANTERS Circe warns Odysseus about the Sirens: “You will come first of all to the Sirens, who
“You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy books and that’s kind of the same thing.” Anonymous Girl Reading
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
THE SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR EFFECT “I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.” SIMONE
“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don’t know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.”
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Painting
Odilon Redon – 1840-1916
I saw above the misty outline of a human form – 1896
Some Wisdom by Fernando Pessoa From The Book of Disquiet written by Fernando Pessoa. (1888-1935) “What can I expect from
The exotic world of Henri Rousseau “When…I see the strange plants of exotic lands, it seems to me that I
“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that
Federico Garcia Lorca “Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. No one is sleeping
A poem by Paul Eluard “I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep
Leonard Cohen (1934 – 2016) “Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
ONE WAY TO READ A BOOK In the opinion of the famous writer Doris Lessing there is only one
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s