Rik Wouters, Belgian painter and sculptor, 1882-1916, self-portrait with cigar, from Wikipedia:
Lieven Grillaert: Great Streets of silence led To Neighborhoods of Pause Here was no Notice, no Dissent No Universe, no laws By Clocks, ’twas Morning, and for Night The Bells at Distance called But Epoch had no basis here For Period exhaled.
I take my wine jug out among the flowers to drink alone, without friends. I raise my cup to entice the moon. That, and my shadow, makes us three. But the moon doesn’t drink, and my shadow silently follows. I will travel with moon and shadow, happy to the end of spring. When I sing, […]
Lieven Grillaert If only the sun-drenched celebrities are being noticed and worshiped, then our children are going to have a tough time seeing the value in the shadows, where the thinkers, probers and scientists are keeping society together. Poetry out of Laarne is language at its most distilled and most powerful. Cheer up he shouted […]
Lieven Grillaert With the arrogance of youth, I determined to do no less than to transform the world with Beauty. If I have succeeded in some small way, if only in one small corner of the world, amongst the men and women I love, then I shall count myself blessed, and blessed, and blessed, and […]