‘I’ll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell’
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
‘There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler’s mind’
― Douglas Adams, So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish
Watch this space.
“one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead”
― graham greene
tick tock, don’t look back
tick tock, can’t look back
tick tock, time to close
tick tock, where’s my rose
tick tock, is this it
tick tock, this is
the
end
(for mara’s poetry 101 rehab – end)
“every person has their own colour”
― haruki murakami, colorless tsukuru tazaki and his years of pilgrimage
splashed red in the park
no more the childlike cries of joy
still red, in the dark?
(marie-josépark, molenbeek)
(for justine’s eclectic corner #8, and as instructed, no filters applied)
“poets are shameless with their experiences
they exploit them”
― friedrich nietzsche
oh jupiler
wherefore art thou jupiler?
on the shelf perhaps
one too many, then, collapse
another, jupiler?
(a quick one for justine’s tea party #7)
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