poetry

thread

How the days of old wane outside dreamy pink flowers burst bees face deep into the experience hummingbird perched on the rose branch tip a yellow flower sings in the peace dove garden a distorted face reflected back in a glass pane painted golden orange by the sun billowing clouds sculpted into shapes a fire …

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spring peace

Seasons change, eagles still soar. Introducing a new short mini-motion, ‘spring peace’ courtesy hälts. It features two things that I cherish most. One provides life, that is Earth. And the other one is the freedom to express inner spirit through the gift of Art. A formidable combo. Soundscape is ‘single peak’. All rights reserved. Shot, …

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nirodha

Let’s set the tone with a hälts minimotion, motion picture experiments and quirky soundscapes, this one I did play on the accordion that I found buried in a closet, resurrected and definitely not perfected. The end is near, it is always near, omnipresent although never quite certain exactly where it is, or when it will …

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existing

At night, I can hear Earth’s voice clearly, free from the sounds of engines roaring, and considerably less airplanes soaring. I look up at the stars and wonder if there will be a day when the robots take over. I have been meaning to get this book called ‘Novocene’ by James Lovelock. Lovelock introduced the hypothesis …

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life

Someone said to me that we live in strange times. Funny though, when weren’t the times strange? It is easy to romanticise about the good old days. When you really look at the past there has been strangeness all along. We have fought in many many wars. We have experienced pandemics and plagues that wiped …

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