Day 1984, our web.

Daily picture, Poetry

Do we stand on our past?

With little effort, it supports us.

~

Or do we hang on it?

And feel it slowly slip away.

Day 1983, inside.

Daily picture, Poetry

I see you on the TV

in pieces

because he up there

seems to hate you

I always thought that we humans share our delight for emptiness and silence. Seeing a landscape while you drive trough the day, your mind goes silent and the noise of the engine disappears. I thought we share these moments, no matter who you are. So why is it that most people can’t bare the silence, and nothingness, that life is? Why does the silence and fastness, where you walk alone inside, be filled with structures, signs where to go, and not? Why don’t we appreciate the silence, and each other’s empty landscape?

Day 1982, who is the boss?

Daily picture

Day 1981, awareness.

Daily picture, Poetry

I see this grey man, looking at me in the morning, when I look up and my eyes open from a deep sleep. I’ve seen this a thousand times through a thousand facets and an awareness, like you have, driving too nowhere. Maybe I take that drive today and let the hair I once had, hang free, in the wind.

Day 1980, stuck.

Daily picture, Poetry

When I drifted away, many years ago, I got the feeling that I got stuck, maybe halve way. I don’t know why I thought that, knowing that I was going, without aim. I guess everything makes you feel stuck if you go to nowhere.

Day 1979, sail.

Daily picture, Poetry

It looks, that what I hold in front of me, is a shield. But I can tell you, that it works like a sail, a sail that helps me to smoothen the passage over rough tidying’s. leaning against time and its companions makes you stiff and will, at the end, break you, like the tree that never learned to give.

Day 1978, touch.

Daily picture, Poetry

I like to touch your face

like you touch a rose

~

but something scares me

to get closer

~

it’s what holds you up

and cut’s me

Day 1977, before.

Daily picture, Poetry

I see the same stare

every time I look

in the mirror

at your place

~

I’ve seen it before

Day 1976, camouflage.

Daily picture, Poetry

My camouflage

works only at home

where you don’t see me

~

outside

I don’t feel at home

and see myself

everywhere

in you

~

my camouflage

works only at home

when I’m with you

Day 1975, tread.

Daily picture, Poetry

Tread carefully

over past pain

when you’re naked

Day 1974, filtered.

Day's pictures, Poetry

With some filtered air

I can inhale

the world outside

and keep smiling

Day 1973, only.

Daily picture, Poetry

I got burned today

but it was only the part that shows

Day 1972, outlined.

Daily picture, Poetry

The horizon seems really dark

but the storm clouds make it all clearer

Day 1971, questions.

Daily picture

“Every questioning is a seeking. Every seeking takes its direction beforehand from what is sought. Questioning is a knowing search for beings in their thatness and whatness. The knowing search can become an “investigation,” as the revealing determination of what the question aims at. As questioning about … questioning has what it asks about. All asking about … is in some way an inquiring of …. Besides what is asked, what is interrogated also belongs to questioning. What is questioned is to be defined and conceptualized in the investigating, that is, the specifically theoretical, question. As what is really intended, what is to be ascertained lies in what is questioned; here questioning arrives at its goal.”

From Being and time, 2. The Formal Structure of the Question of Being, page 5

Martin Heidegger, 1889-1976.

translated by Joan Stambaugh.