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Lebowski’s Dream

 

During the thirteen days…

I spent in hospital…

Mrs Kraner…

didn’t misbehave…

again…

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Too many shadows whispering voices
Faces on posters too many choices
If when why what how much have you got
Have you got it do you get it
If so how often
Which do you choose
A hard or soft option
(How much do you need)

 

 

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A composition inspired by the dream scene of the movie Stalker (Andrei Tarkovskij)

And there an immense earthquake took place, and the Sun became dark as sack cloth, and the Moon was like covered with blood… ..And the stars of the heaven fell to the ground as if a fig-tree, shaken by a great wind, let its unripe figs fall down. And the sky hid itself, rolled up as a scroll; and various hills and isles moved from their places… And the kings on earth, and the dignitaries, and the rich, and leaders of the thousands, and the powerful, and all the free hid themselves in the caves and mountain-gorges and they told the mountains and the rocks: fall on us and hide us from the face of the One sitting on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb; for the great day of His wrath is come, and who can withstand it?

 

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I asked a gypsy pal
To imitate an old image
And speak old wisdom.
She drew in her chin,
Made her neck and head
The top piece of a Nile obelisk
and said:
Snatch off the gag from thy mouth, child,
And be free to keep silence.
Tell no man anything for no man listens,
Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.
(Carl Sandburg)

 

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When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions.
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Isn’t life under the sun just a dream?
Isn’t what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world?
Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who am I, wasn’t before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?

(Wings of Desire, Wim Wenders)

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