COLORFUL WORLD OF RUDOLF DIERCKX

Photo Graphic Art & Poetry of Rudolf Dierckx and Laurens Windig

COLORFUL WORLD OF RUDOLF DIERCKX

Introduction 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. August 21, 2013 Laurens Windig

Foreword 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, 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That ye are outdated?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 máscara'

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 macramé

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/UClzeEnt7Xi-tIcSSbPiOFWg 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