Componist – Schrijver – Muzikant
Mr. Blue wrote a message. He hadn’t meant to. He didn’t do anything wrong. He just promised, sort of, unspoken, not to do those things again. Mr. Blue wrote a message and fell, somewhat inebriated, asleep. Mr. Blue pays bills. He’s trying to sort things out. Things keep piling up. So do the bills. Wagner’s... Lees verder →
Mr. Blue has been reading. He’s been reading a lot. He should have taken it in small doses, Mr. Blue cannot. He wants to know what’s happening. What’s going on.
Mr. White has no problems. He’s a bit annoying like that.
Hoog erboven, ergens, schijnt de maan; ze laat zich het grijze welgevallen: wat kan haar het schelen wie haar al dan niet ziet staan?
He travels more asleep than he ever did awake. He promised to himself: when sleep comes, he’d be there.
And there you stood naked in the kitchen while I was smoking a cigarette
Mr. Blue’s been lying down, a lot, he doesn’t know about that. Mr. Blue’s been living mainly inside his own head.
Van geel tot rooden blauw met stippenstrekken eindeloze veldenzicht uit: ’t is dringen en duwen voor ’t voortschrijdend stuwenen eindeloze vluchten vanroepend geluid;en, rasters onttrekken.’t Is zichtbaar, ontastbaardaar, jawaar kleuren ontspringenals rivieren door haar. Niet: dorstloos lessen maarlesloos dorsten. Zouden in mijn hand verwelkenals ik bloemen met je pluk?
Jeroen De Brauwer 