knowledge – Scriptorium '77

Tell Me More

fill me with information
so I can feel the sensation
of not knowing anything

Interpolation

With sadness in my heart
Sometimes I can tell
How the roses won’t grow any further
They don’t even know their smell

The Universe, the Great Unknown

Oh cosmos, how inscrutable and grand
Your beauty vast, beyond we understand
In paradox and ambiguity we stand
As mortals on this little blue dot, command

Sonnet #35: Diversity

One life starts slow and moving on towards
Existence in between the past and future
It follows those that teaches it as guards
What’s right, what’s wrong and in between the suture

Sonnet #22: Storm

It is a dry, not wet, but stormy day
Between the eyes my vision searches light
What cannot be, I cannot see nor say
And for vague knowledge I miss all my sight

Triptychon 3 6 9

Recognising cascades gleaming
Hurricanes of obsolescence
Finishing the distance here
Set a point
Make it clear

Limits Of Life

Back again
Where it all began
Thoughts about sense
Relating suspense

Knowing Means Showing Means Growing

You know / I don’t know
If you know / That I know

This Life Calls For Wars

We live a decent life: Nothing to fear
Nothing to regret / Nothing to gain

Believe Your Own Lies

Throwing bombs / Makes falling bombs
And the flowers down there / Aren’t able to run.