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March 31, 2004
time is a healer
March 30, 2004
she is, she realises wryly, rather like a flower: one that believes its brightness to be dependent on the sun, and then sees, surprised in the falling darkness - desolation unfolding into delight - a colour and a beauty all its own.
Posted by lynn at 09:41 PM
blowing out candles
March 26, 2004
this is a photo of a photo from a slide: dusty, discoloured and precious.
Posted by lynn at 12:01 AM
and stuck to all my senses
March 24, 2004
i don't have a whole lot to say.
Posted by lynn at 10:02 PM
this moment to arise
March 21, 2004
this blackbird is the loudest blackbird in the province of north-holland, perhaps in the entire country. he is my bane and my conscience and my alarmclock all feathered into one.
Posted by lynn at 07:51 PM
with the punches
March 17, 2004
language can be capricious.
Posted by lynn at 10:01 PM
sweet cantata
March 14, 2004
it was a balmy and beautiful day: weather for bare hands, and bare heads. *rachel says it perfectly. weather MATTERS here. it's topic of conversation #1 with many.
Posted by lynn at 10:03 PM
with stories to tell
March 10, 2004
i ran into THIS old aquaintance today, in a small street in the jordaan, and thought - looking back on the distress of recent events - how true these three words are.
Posted by lynn at 09:41 PM
truthful fiction at the heart of things
March 08, 2004
a tentative and fleeting light settles. her silhouette, edged in radiance, is solid in this soaring space.
Posted by lynn at 08:19 PM
shining through
March 06, 2004
"i cannot pretend to be impartial about the colours. i rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns." i quite like the poor browns, to be honest (and jesica, for instance, always sees the beauty in brown); but if this bauble hadn't been bright blue, i probably wouldn't have paused.
Posted by lynn at 08:17 PM
seeing, sawing
March 04, 2004
he is diminutive and diligent, and almost invisible, hidden high in the stately greenness just off leidseplein. each time i catch sight of him, i resist the urge to call out, to caution him: when the branch tumbles, he may tumble too.
Posted by lynn at 11:05 PM
festooned
March 02, 2004
"look," i said to my husband, "i have this photo of the langestraat, with the city hall tower in the background, and i want to write something like 'i live in a cheese town. and it is very proud to be a cheese town, as you can see.'"
Posted by lynn at 03:25 PM
goes without saying
he should know, because he knows her well, that she, receiving no reply, finding no one home, will circle the block endlessly, will ring, will knock, will call upward, again and again, watching the darkened windows for the slightest movement.
Posted by lynn at 11:55 AM
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