Jef Geys – Kempens Informatieboek – SMAK – Gent
Ina Vandebroek – Yes Night falls and the crickets burst out in unison. A cool breeze dances through the hills. The night settles peacefully over the land. Under its dark blanket the river continues its unruly course. Into the forest I stand, down by the water hole. Time fi bathe. Time fi hurry up. Mosquitoes […]
Ina Vandebroek – The poetry of living Too many people do not see enough beauty in their struggle, all they can talk about is where they not are, what they do not have, what is missing from their life. I say, what is missing from your life is you. You do not see the beauty […]
Conversation de Paul Mc Carthy avec Donatien Grau- Monnaie de Paris (Culture)
https://vimeo.com/113530331
schilderijen Inge Godelaine
Ina Vandebroek – Stardust People always ask me where I’m from and I hesitate to answer. Why would it matter? I’m here now. What good is my whole goddamn history to you? Roots do not matter to the uprooted. My accent ties me to a GPS point. My cooking is of nations. My thoughts won’t […]
My heart has found a home. That home is a whole forest, two mountains and a beach. I travel back and forth. I will not choose. That too, is a choice. I carry two breadfruit to the beach. As a child I ran away from home, my ticket to freedom this recipe: Carry two apples […]
The New York Times: “My own life” – Oliver Sacks on Learning He Has Terminal Cancer
from The New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2015/02/19/opinion/oliver-sacks-on-learning-he-has-terminal-cancer.html?_r=0 A month ago, I felt that I was in good health, even robust health. At 81, I still swim a mile a day. But my luck has run out — a few weeks ago I learned that I have multiple metastases in the liver. Nine years ago it was […]
Coming to America – Ina Vandebroek
To GcR – Ina Vandebroek You died, and I did not even go to your funeral. It was 1990 when we met, your long black hair framed your face like a painting, your smile made happiness out of air, just like that. How was I to know that 25 years later I would write you […]