Tomorrow i’ll be going back to work. I don’t mind. I am even looking forward to it.
But, i have to admit, this period in my life feels like an intermediate period. I did start working on a new videoclip. Looking forward to really work on it. It has been a long time since i made a new work.
The past to weeks have been enjoyable. I went and stayed with my mother for two days, i made walks, i bought some new things for myself. Two pairs of woolen socks, two long-sleeved t-shirts, a cashmere sweater.
I’m taking a couple of weeks of free time. I leave you with some of my personal favourite things for the time being.
Nothing Rhymed
If I give up the seat I’ve been saving
To some elderly lady or man
Am I being a good boy?
Am I your pride and joy?
Mother please, if you’re pleased, say I am
And if while in the course of my duty
I perform an unfortunate take
Would you punish me so
Unbelievably so
Never again will I make that mistake
This feeling inside me could never deny me
The right to be wrong if I choose
And this pleasure I get
From say winning a bet
Is to lose
When I’m drinking my Bonaparte Shandy
Eating more than enough apple pies
Will I glance at my screen
And see real human beings
Starve to death right in front of my eyes
Nothing old, nothing new, nothing ventured
Nothing gained, nothing still-born or lost
Nothing further than proof, nothing wilder than youth
Nothing older than time, nothing sweeter than wine
Nothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind
Nothing I couldn’t say
Nothing why ’cause today
Nothing rhymed
This feeling inside me could never deny me
The right to be wrong if I choose
And this pleasure I get
From say winning a bet
Is to lose
Nothing good, nothing bad, nothing ventured
Nothing gained, nothing still-born or lost
Nothing further than proof, nothing wilder than youth
Nothing older than time, nothing sweeter than wine
Nothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind
Nothing I couldn’t say
Nothing why ’cause today
Nothing rhymed
An ordinary Sunday. Not much different from the other Sundays i experienced over the past couple of months.
I showered, washed my hair, watched Het Filosofisch Kwintet which is also broadcast as a podcast. Halfway through i went into town. I first went into Donner and serched for the book Wool written by Hugh Howey, the basis for the series Silo recently on Apple TV. The book wasn’t in the shop. When i asked at the information desk it was back ordered and will arrive in a couple of days. I ordered it.
I walked back, bought something to eat and went into the supermarket. Then back home.
I am unsure about the current state of my life. It still feels like an in between phase i’m at. I still need to come to terms with my current job as a housekeeping help for people needing it.
Hopefully something will come to fruition. Like the video clip i have been thinking about for months. Which is still only in its initial stage.
The Way never does anything,
and everything gets done.
If those in power could hold to the Way,
the ten thousand things
would look after themselves.
If even so they tried to act,
I’d quiet them with the nameless,
the natural.
In the unnamed, in the unshapen,
is not wanting.
In not wanting is stillness.
In stillness all under heaven rests.
