Day 1909, weed.

It’s strange

we let things grow in our garden

even things we don’t want


we have off course our rituals

to get what we don’t want out of sight

we pull it out, take poison or cut deep

knowing all along that some seeds

are still buried

deep within

the ground

Day 1907, together.

 It seems that we all

work on our own fields


and though we plant

plow and mow at different times


it’s when you look up

to rest


that you can admire all the lines

colors and shades

working together

Day 1906, colorful dress.

I turned around

when the rain started falling


when I was turned

I saw you

an expected surprise


your colorful dress

made no mistake

in telling me

what you wanted


and I will give you this summer

so you can grow


what I need

Day 1891, what is.

when I lean forwards against the wind

to nowhere

where I hope to find

myself living



I see myself staring

at the road passing by

underneath my feet


what is

around me

Day 1890, fallen.

I don’t know if you had your color still

from last year

or that you had just fallen down


but in this grey arena we are

you’re still worth

your misery

Day 1889, fields of joy.

I saw that the earth was turned

and landed on it


while resting on a root from last year

I patiently wait

till the flowers bloom

and I can die


I grew up in the country side. When I biked to school in the next town or walked besides the river, I saw all the farmers working. I saw what they were doing when they let the cows on the fields or plowed the soil, but I never really understood why they were doing all these things.

I started reading a book today called: The knowledge illusion written by Steven Sloman and Philip Fernbach. In short, the book goes about our knowledge, how we think that we know a lot but in reality, we know very little. The gave the example of a toilet and asked people how it works. Most people are confident that they know how it works but after questioning they realize that they only know about the button you have to push and that there are some leavers. Most of us don’t know how you calculate the length of the different parts to make the mechanism work or the rubber quality of the seals, we know how a toilet works, but also not.

That is what I have with the work the farmers do, I see all their work and enjoy the products of their labor but I have honestly no clue how they do it. But this weekend I helped my landlord planting potatoes. She told me about the crop rotation, how she has 4 plots and only uses one at a time so the soil can “rest” for 3 years. She plowed the ground once and flattened it later. After that she had to make sure she planted the potatoes before it started raining again otherwise, she has to plow again. Then we use a machine from the 50s that she pulled along with a tractor that opened the soil again and buries the potatoes automatically…To make a long story short, I know now a little bit more about the whole process and gained some appreciation for all the work that you have to put into it.

As some kind of thank you to nature I decided to use the field with the newly planted potatoes as a photo…model…canvas…for the summer. I will try to go out there every day and take pictures of all that is happening on that small piece of land. Today it is just sand but I sat down and after a few minutes a sow movement and started taking pictures of the insects that are also exploring the newly turned soil.

Day 1777, change.

Today I started looking for one of my old poems when I realized that I came close to the date where I stopped writing poems. Remembering them to well I decided that it was enough. I started looking back at my old poems on Day 1699, I did it to give myself a brake and to practice my writing. I am contemplating now if I will start writing my poems again that are inspired by the picture I post for that day, or shall I take one of my books from the shelf and write about that. I have read a lot in the past, these day’s I listen to books and hardly ever take the time to read.

I have written about a book of Nietzsche on this blog, it is called “reading Human all too human”, everyday I read one aphorism of that book and gave my interpretation of it. It did it quite thoroughly, reading the text in English, German and Dutch and the English books also in three different translations. It was a lot of fun to do but after a while I stopped with it.

Reading a short aphorism was relatively easy, now I would like to read a book and make a summery of that what I have written the day before. This way I can combine the fun I have with writing on this blog and really read, or study a book I have read before but never serious.

I will think of a book tomorrow (and a poem today).

The picture above is taken from my living room. We had some nice snow this weekend and now it is freezing -16 centigrade.

Most of what I bear

lays quietly

besides my feet

I almost forgot how mush fun this is.

Day 1770, force of nature.

All that lives, or is just matter on this earth, has to live according to natures rules. We all are slaves to friction, erosion, gravity and the sun that puts most of this in motion. Within these boundaries it seems to be a free for all, we see some order in for instance the erosion of a rock formation, but only when we focus on a part of all that is the cause of this erosion.

Wind and water take the softer parts of the rock in their own fashion. We know about the water, and the wind, and rain, we can go several steps deeper when trying to explain what the reason is that rocks erode. My point is that a four year old kid that starts asking questions like: why? That even the smartest person alive can maybe answer 30 times before they have to concede. We are not capable of understanding it all, the closest we get is imagining it in rough strokes and bold colors.

Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” Albert Einstein

You can replace the rock example from above with history. History is also chaos when you try to understand it all, only when you zoom in, you will get closer to an understanding. But if you don’t zoom in to close, and try to look at that part of history trough the lens of “bolder strokes and many colors” then you will see some highlights, and the more important figures morph into easier to understand caricatures.

A person like Ronald Reagan or Michael Jackson can be described in a book with a thousand pages but I am sure that all of you can do it in three sentences or less. When you make such a bold caricature of a person, or situation, then you (should)know that you are maybe right from your limited perspective, but at the same time totally wrong. To understand Ronald Reagan better you should read a book about him, maybe several, and for good measure, study the eighties. If you have done that, then you can form a more accurate opinion. We are capable of understanding the smaller details in more details, only if you want to understand the big picture you should use your imagination. Don’t use your imagination, when your neighbor so noisy, ask it.

We all share this problem of our nature. It is all so hard to understand, so we adopted our look at reality in such a way, that we are most of the time satisfied with the (almost literal) picture we have of the situation. Look at all the wars that are fought over the years, most of them started because of a misunderstanding of the situation. Remember the Iraq war from 15 years ago, no one was in control there, we understood what was “eroding” our will not to fight, but we didn’t look much further than that.

Inspired by Day 1532

All these free wills



with each other

while nature

is holding there hand

Day 1650, driving.

The clouds and mountains

move slowly


and the water reflects

my mind


before the next turn

I stop

to take a picture

and save this moment

for you

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