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Art & Poetry of Rudolf Dierckx and Laurens Windig COLORFUL WORLD OF RUDOLF DIERCKX
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COLORFUL WORLD OF RUDOLF DIERCKX
Photo Graphic Art & Poetry of Rudolf Dierckx and Laurens Windig
COLORFUL WORLD OF RUDOLF DIERCKX
Introduction For me it was a challenge writing poems to the colorful world of Rudolf Dierckx. I had nest myself in abstraction to something to get out figurative and I must say that it went not always easy. Sometimes I have long to staring at the pictures and my imagination have let go. Also it turned into a little humor so I can show, strictly personally think, that there is not always room for in poetry. I am satisfied and hope also Rudolf. August 21, 2013 Laurens Windig
Foreword I am a huge fan of Laurens Windig´s poetry with its pristine sophistication and its magical purity. I follow his work on a daily basis because it possesses a refined beauty that uplifts the human spirit and imagination. Therefore I thank Laurens for creating this beautiful e-book and I feel honoured that my images inspired him to create beautiful poetry, a beautiful symbiosis of word and image. August, 2013 Rudolf Dierckx
Substance
this could be insight diverted in sorrow A crushed heart
colorless discarded
ensiled where flights decays
slipped
without any guidance suctioned
in quicksand
from a nightmare where even awakening
can be no salvation
Bark
I'm around you in thoughts
back to your birth where you germinated
slow aging
now go up with each other in all weathers
it is not just groping
about your rough skin which I feel
that you're still alive
green earth who keeps us alive let me embrace you
don't die from deforestation
I understand your tears crying along the bark
there where
you are rooted
Regret
That ye are outdated?
with all your pride
mature heart and skin
shades are not a curse of years
grayer and opacities depending on nature
accept the reality
are proud
Gone
Wish back to old rundown neighborhood
what ever in bloom did close in the heart
to only slightly
from my childhood to behold
feel and keep
Confrontation
We are climbing over mystical mountains I wonder what's so attractive
you determine direction and I am docile
blindly stumble along paths you starts talking almost inarticulate
about Aztecs
I don’t understand a word of it catch that you love Mexico color and culture admires
all of a sudden we are standing near an altar above the abyss
where you emotionally vibrates
whispering: here it happened at this place I lost the red crown
of my roots
Recognition
Let always overwhelm me by nature
when I go deeper into her
my conclusion
she is true and pure love mankind has the same
properties despite versatile defects
their fickleness winks
in recognition between heaven and earth
which they are formed:
but there are always spinning devils
Thou Europe
Mythological woman colorful goddess
or fertility surrounded by your children
leads them on their way
set your limits close your uterus
let you no longer fertilize
as accessible angel center or flocks of sheep
stop thy birth
the short path to damnation lures
is willingly open
Tunnel experience
wonder why we still do not accept death
we are born
to die simple as that
layers
our life is peeled
sooner or later how mysticism the near-death
experience
the long tunnel of silence and love
nobody wants to return
cause the other side gives light
Nerve
In childlike peace and rest I slipped into a new day
years behind me
my body felt nerve by light along
seeing my eyes fell
ripped 't featherbed caressed mind and skin
to the midday
softer way by some shade sometimes
hanging in the night.
vascular feeling as leaf of own tree
awakening processed
Now my own fall bends itself in satisfaction
singing every day
enjoy what's to enjoy
Evening Sun
All the trees I would call all butterflies
have a relaxing break on the warm bark
after flutterdays
they leave behind the fragrant wood
how old wood
may be at the time of
that fell and fell
thrives That showes the nerve
petrified fossil
would your heart after centuries can be seen visable
like organism
not petrified in evening sun feel the beat
the warm bark?
You Look at me
Like a mouldering green wooden stream
ever salty salt of the sea
seeking its way
between washed pebbles
they are strewn
with shells turning a wheel
for the eyes
tempting shells open slowly
they show shiny pearls
is this you as a necklace
around my neck?
Who are they
These yellow bubble spirits
welling up
as bulging beasts from out centerpoint
of earth
only their bubble face are visible:
thieves of my sleep
nightmare of incomprehensible language
no place described only here
they got
goodwill eyes from a previous life
without a hint
they are drifted again
forever
Art of seeing
He that this created
the eye and feelman
tones of color and ferocity
within the subdued
itself
creative urge even darkness characterizes
in all beauty
life forms to the core
of being
this is his life this is his world
need
anything
to produce
Her nature
As a woman from her birth in all beauty
she is the tree
of life the powerful usurpation
her only weakness
is the maternal instinct
she needs a man to want to multiply
she keeps
matters in hand
and he is nothing at all without her
they are dependent
on each other
Stream
Cloudy or clear water or black rivers
swirling streams
Iguazu falls the powerful current
determines speed
let you get carried away
as yourself don’t have the power
to swim against it
it makes no sense
My will
I’m weak today something to see
in your wooden heart
there is a brake on me which prevents
why
I want to see something in you
as the colorful
abstraction already impresses
and yet I have not
my day today
I'm so fickle as nature
Something to celebrate
Today is the feast there is an abundance
of orange and blue off the shelf
everyone swarming together
sometimes they do not even know what’s to celebrate
but it's all about the snacks
snacks so the young man said
he gave me a wink
and I had to guess what kind of snacks
he saw me laughing
an angel flew over
and landed on his arms and tongue
Unknown opera
In the final duet drowned out the diva
the disappointed tenor
solos are prohibited cause they have to go up
together the conductor knocks off
in deathly silence
public had nothing in the gaps
soloists and chorus played as if it heard
fortunately it was
an unknown Spanish opera
'La Diosa máscara'
again sounded the duet
'Too dovoro' with open wipes between
and endless applause
Hobbies
She got quite a lot like today
did everything together
Brussels lace and macramé
by now she drank tea
there was the devil to pay fell over her glass of tea rope, yarn and tablecloth
all discolored
by the shock also fell the inkwell
she's immediately stopped with these hobbies
now she makes jigsaw puzzles
and scrabbled with the gardener
Closed and open doors
Ah heavy closed doors
of the heart of no one may desire
they throw open
how long I have done about it
how long I doubted
behind the white mask
and red nose the happy clown
dancing and smiling
with all my strength I stepped on the bottom
shouted to open them
until I gave
fell on my knees when they were opened
just
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Rudolf Dierckx 1954 Dutch visual artist, photographer, poet and art videographer. His art, photography and poetry are earthy, grounded, philosophical, spiritual, with a deep mystical undercurrent. In the picture the word sounds, in the word the image lights up, colorful feeding the Soul, embracing life. YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/channel/UClzeEnt7Xi-tIcSSbPiOFWg YouTube Laurens Windig ode to Dierckx: http://youtu.be/YACnRk_Ry9E Book of Art: http://www.mijnkunstboek.eu/rudolfdierckx/
Laurens Windig 1943 Creator in many forms including: drawing, painting and the art of voice acting. And then think my body and mind to silence speechless how fragile and unbreakable I can be in all my things. Come, let me today pick up the pen and feel if inspiration injects me. Homepage: http://members.chello.nl/l.windig/ YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/windigful E-books: http://issuu.com/windig