Is there anything more beautiful? Nope. And it is timeless.

'Beeldspraak' is de podcast van Poëziecentrum. In deze maandelijkse reeks praat een kenner/liefhebber met een dichter over zijn/haar nieuwe dichtbundel.

In deze aflevering gaat Sigrid Bousset, literair curator en auteur, in gesprek met Alicja Gescinska, filosoof, schrijver en opiniemaker over haar debuutbundel 'Trojaanse gedachten' (De Bezige Bij, 2021).

Beeldspraak - aflevering 9: Alicja Gescinska - Trojaanse gedachten

Animi Motus

Rob's Theme

In Memory Of My Loving Mother ~ Joyce Anne Ingman

Dear Brother Jamil: 1908 

When I read your letters I feel the existence of an enchanting spirit moving in this room-a beautiful and sorrowful spirit that attracts me by its undulation and makes me see you as two persons: one hovers over humanity with enormous wings similar to the wings of the seraphim whom Saint John saw standing before the Throne by the seven lamps; the other person is chained to a huge rock like Prometheus, who, in giving man the first torch of fire, brought on himself the wrath of the gods. The first person enlivens my heart and soothes my spirit because he sways with the sun rays and the frolicsome breeze of dawn; while the second person makes my heart suffer, for he is a prisoner of the vicissitudes of time. ...


You have always been and still are capable of causing the torch of fire to come from heaven and light the path of mankind, but tell me what law or force has brought you to Sao Paul and fettered your body and placed you among those who died on the day of their birth and have not yet been buried ? Do the Greek gods still practice their power in these days ?


I have heard that you are going to return to Paris to live there. I, too, would like to go there. Is it possible that we both could meet in the City of Arts ? Will we meet in the Heart of the World and visit the Opera and the French theatre and talk about the plays of Racine, Corneille, Moliere, Hugo and Sardou ? Will we meet there and walk together to where the Bastille was erected and then return to our quarters feeling the gentle spirit of Rousseau and Voltaire and write about Liberty and Tyranny and destroy every Bastille that stands in every city in the Orient ? Will we go to the Louvre and stand before the paintings of Raphael, Da Vinci and Corot, and write about Beauty and Love and their influence on man’s heart ?

Oh, brother, I feel a gnawing hunger in my heart for the approach of the great works of art, and I have a profound longing for the eternal sayings; however, this hunger and longing come out of a great power that exists in the depth of my heart-a power that wishes. to announce itself hurriedly but is unable to do so, for the time has not come, and the people who died on the day of their birth are still walking and standing as a barrier in the way of the living.


My health is, as you know, like a violin in the hands of one that does not know how to play it, for it makes him hear harsh melody. My sentiments are like an ocean with their ebb and flow; my soul is like a quail with broken wings. She suffers immensely when she sees the swarms of birds hovering in the sky, for she finds herself unable to do likewise. But like all other birds, she enjoys the silence of Night, the coming of Dawn, the rays of Sun, and the beauty of the valley. I paint and write now and then, and in the midst of my paintings and writings, I am like a small boat sailing between an ocean of an endless depth and a sky of limitless blue-strange dreams, sublime desires, great hopes, broken and mended thoughts; and between all these there is something which the people call Despair, and which I call Inferno.

Kahlil Gibran - A Self Portrait 1908

All Music & Mastering By: Erik A. Ingmanndsen October 30th 2015 (C) Ash Fallen Brightly 

Star Births & Breaths

Autumnal gardens,.. esoteric urgency, approaching with great hesitation the 
possible pathway to Eden ... I seek with caution the magical gardens where 
the weeping angels speak the heart's opulent language, and everything the 
soul yearns to utter,.. the petal of the deepest rose, the truth lantern ...

Prose written by: Erik Ingmanndsen & Ferah Dervish

Freytag's Pyramid (The Rising Action)

Reminiscent of Soul Whirling Somewhere, and Flying Saucer Attack. My 1st song made public with my own vocals,.. This is the 1st & now mastered version,. & a second version will be made for a future release ...

Lyrics: Waiting for the rain, I see the way it is, all the ways it is,.. I see how it's supposed to be, I see right in front of me,.. waiting for the same, to wash this all away . . .
Erik Ingmanndsen: on synths and all vocals. Released 03 May 2012 on Band Camp,.. Mastered & finished today: March 3rd 2013

This song has received approx 700 plays everywhere posted, its been called a universal anthem,. & like being suspended in net cast of galaxies : )

Waiting For The Rain

‘Nooten has transcended the anonymity of his former band Xymox and vaulted into the realm of composers like Brian Eno and Peter Gabriel.‘ (Lee Ryan, Ixmae.com)

"With a mix of vocal tracks and instrumentals, Pieter Nooten is a most original and unique artist to emerge in. If you remember the fragile, tunefull and emotive music of Pieter in his collaboration with Michael Brook (..Sleeps With The Fishes.., 4-AD), 'Ourspace', 'Collected', 'Here Is Why' and the upcoming release 'Surround Us' will not let you down. Slow, serene, peaceful, gorgeous, brilliantly..." etc...

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