April 24th, 2013
A forest. A hut. A glasshouse. A Mittelgebirge. Long hours breakfast with friends.
The Kolumba Museum in Cologne is worth more then one visit. Swiss architect Peter Zumthor built the diocesan museum partially on top of the ruins of St. Kolumba.
Me knowing first where the woodpecker is pecking wood.
An obvious secret.
Walking a hundred km does not lead to any wisdom.
Heroines are all around.
Monk bitter-gourds words on painting are close these days – though they appear alien.
Werner Herzogs works and words and Arvo Pärts music is touching.
The felt Bataille.
Now and then I make it through seven worlds within one day.
Loss and waste. Potlatch. Poetics. Stolen laughter.
Ecstasy in mind.
I linked into the food chain and caught the mice myself this year. Three dozen.