COLORFUL WORLD OF RUDOLF DIERCKX
Photo Graphic Art & Poetry of Rudolf Dierckx and Laurens Windig
COLORFUL WORLD OF RUDOLF DIERCKX
Introduction
Foreword
For me it was a challenge writing poems to the colorful world of Rudolf Dierckx. I had nest myself in abstraction to something to get out figurative and I must say that it went not always easy. Sometimes I have long to staring at the pictures and my imagination have let go. Also it turned into a little humor so I can show, strictly personally think, that there is not always room for in poetry. I am satisfied and hope also Rudolf.
I am a huge fan of Laurens Windig´s poetry with its pristine sophistication and its magical purity. I follow his work on a daily basis because it possesses a refined beauty that uplifts the human spirit and imagination. Therefore I thank Laurens for creating this beautiful e-book and I feel honoured that my images inspired him to create beautiful poetry, a beautiful symbiosis of word and image.
August 21, 2013 Laurens Windig
August, 2013 Rudolf Dierckx
Substance this could be insight diverted in sorrow A crushed heart colorless discarded ensiled where flights decays slipped without any guidance suctioned in quicksand from a nightmare where even awakening can be no salvation
Bark I'm around you in thoughts back to your birth where you germinated slow aging now go up with each other in all weathers it is not just groping about your rough skin which I feel that you're still alive green earth who keeps us alive let me embrace you don't die from deforestation I understand your tears crying along the bark there where you are rooted
Regret That ye are outdated? with all your pride mature heart and skin shades are not a curse of years grayer and opacities depending on nature accept the reality are proud
Gone Wish back to old rundown neighborhood what ever in bloom did close in the heart to only slightly from my childhood to behold feel and keep
Confrontation We are climbing over mystical mountains I wonder what's so attractive you determine direction and I am docile blindly stumble along paths you starts talking almost inarticulate about Aztecs I don’t understand a word of it catch that you love Mexico color and culture admires all of a sudden we are standing near an altar above the abyss where you emotionally vibrates whispering: here it happened at this place I lost the red crown of my roots
Recognition Let always overwhelm me by nature when I go deeper into her my conclusion she is true and pure love mankind has the same properties despite versatile defects their fickleness winks in recognition between heaven and earth which they are formed: but there are always spinning devils
Thou Europe
Mythological woman colorful goddess or fertility surrounded by your children leads them on their way set your limits close your uterus let you no longer fertilize as accessible angel center or flocks of sheep stop thy birth the short path to damnation lures is willingly open
Tunnel experience
wonder why we still do not accept death we are born to die simple as that layers our life is peeled sooner or later how mysticism the near-death experience the long tunnel of silence and love nobody wants to return cause the other side gives light
Nerve In childlike peace and rest I slipped into a new day years behind me my body felt nerve by light along seeing my eyes fell ripped 't featherbed caressed mind and skin to the midday softer way by some shade sometimes hanging in the night. vascular feeling as leaf of own tree awakening processed Now my own fall bends itself in satisfaction singing every day enjoy what's to enjoy
Evening Sun All the trees I would call all butterflies have a relaxing break on the warm bark after flutterdays they leave behind the fragrant wood how old wood may be at the time of that fell and fell thrives That showes the nerve petrified fossil would your heart after centuries can be seen visable like organism not petrified in evening sun feel the beat the warm bark?
You Look at me Like a mouldering green wooden stream ever salty salt of the sea seeking its way between washed pebbles they are strewn with shells turning a wheel for the eyes tempting shells open slowly they show shiny pearls is this you as a necklace around my neck?
Who are they These yellow bubble spirits welling up as bulging beasts from out centerpoint of earth only their bubble face are visible: thieves of my sleep nightmare of incomprehensible language no place described only here they got goodwill eyes from a previous life without a hint they are drifted again forever
Art of seeing He that this created the eye and feelman tones of color and ferocity within the subdued itself creative urge even darkness characterizes in all beauty life forms to the core of being this is his life this is his world need anything to produce
Her nature As a woman from her birth in all beauty she is the tree of life the powerful usurpation her only weakness is the maternal instinct she needs a man to want to multiply she keeps matters in hand and he is nothing at all without her they are dependent on each other
Stream Cloudy or clear water or black rivers swirling streams Iguazu falls the powerful current determines speed let you get carried away as yourself don’t have the power to swim against it it makes no sense
My will I’m weak today something to see in your wooden heart there is a brake on me which prevents why I want to see something in you as the colorful abstraction already impresses and yet I have not my day today I'm so fickle as nature
Something to celebrate Today is the feast there is an abundance of orange and blue off the shelf everyone swarming together sometimes they do not even know what’s to celebrate but it's all about the snacks snacks so the young man said he gave me a wink and I had to guess what kind of snacks he saw me laughing an angel flew over and landed on his arms and tongue
Unknown opera In the final duet drowned out the diva the disappointed tenor solos are prohibited cause they have to go up together the conductor knocks off in deathly silence public had nothing in the gaps soloists and chorus played as if it heard fortunately it was an unknown Spanish opera 'La Diosa mรกscara' again sounded the duet 'Too dovoro' with open wipes between and endless applause
Hobbies She got quite a lot like today did everything together Brussels lace and macramĂŠ by now she drank tea there was the devil to pay fell over her glass of tea rope, yarn and tablecloth all discolored by the shock also fell the inkwell she's immediately stopped with these hobbies now she makes jigsaw puzzles and scrabbled with the gardener
Closed and open doors Ah heavy closed doors of the heart of no one may desire they throw open how long I have done about it how long I doubted behind the white mask and red nose the happy clown dancing and smiling with all my strength I stepped on the bottom shouted to open them until I gave fell on my knees when they were opened just
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Rudolf Dierckx 1954 Dutch visual artist, photographer, poet and art videographer. His art, photography and poetry are earthy, grounded, philosophical, spiritual, with a deep mystical undercurrent. In the picture the word sounds, in the word the image lights up, colorful feeding the Soul, embracing life. YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/channel/UClzeEnt7XitIcSSbPiOFWg YouTube Laurens Windig ode to Dierckx: http://youtu.be/YACnRk_Ry9E Book of Art: http://www.mijnkunstboek.eu/rudolfdierckx/
Laurens Windig 1943 Creator in many forms including: drawing, painting and the art of voice acting. And then think my body and mind to silence speechless how fragile and unbreakable I can be in all my things. Come, let me today pick up the pen and feel if inspiration injects me. Homepage: http://members.chello.nl/l.windig/ YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/windigful E-books: http://issuu.com/windig