Blog: Time Lapse Project

Franz K. Bouters

4/19/2017

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LandbouwBelang Maastricht 15.04 tem 23.04.2017
Gedicht: Sven Staelens

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Work in progress..

Zandzakken installatie..

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To Playmobil or not to Playmobil,
that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?: to die, to sleep;
No more: and by a sleep, to say we end the heart-ache,
and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to?

'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to dream; aye, there's the rub,
for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.
There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life:

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
the pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
the insolence of office,
and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes,
when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life,
but that the dread of something after death,
the undiscovered country,
from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will,
and makes us rather bear those ills we have,
than fly to others that we know not of.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er,
with the pale cast of thought,
And the enterprises of great pitch and moment,
with this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia!
Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

William Shakespeares,
Hamlet
anno 1600

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The Loop of History

1/20/2017

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Trump Tower

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2016 The year of the Big lie

1/10/2017

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A selection of lies and alternative facts. www.stevenpalmen.com

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11.11.11

11/11/2016

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Codes: 9, 11, 12, 14-18, 15

Afgelopen zomer heb ik bovenstaande codes gewijd aan het thema oorlog, met de onderliggende gedachte, een gevoel, van wat zou kunnen gebeuren op 11.9.2016.
( zie tekst Code V, de dag van de Brexit, onderaan )
Na de gebeurtenissen van de voorbije dagen kunnen we alleen maar nog meer hopen dat de geschiedenis zich niet zal herhalen.
Ik ben geen doemdenker, zeker niet, maar toch zegt er iets in mij dat er donkere wolken aankomen. Naar mijn gevoel is er een trend ingezet die zich verder zal verspreiden! ...Is Pandora's Box geopend ?!...
De opiniestukken vliegen ons om de oren, wat een goede zaak is!
Iets wat heel vaak terugkomt: " De soep wordt niet zo heet gegeten als hij wordt opgediend". Kan goed zijn, maar opgedronken zal ze worden!

"Where are we now, where are we now?" Bowie.