Thursday, 27 October 2016


I like simplifications of the infinite complex truth. And every diagram makes a simplification to help you understand the threads you wouldn't see otherwise. Whether it is the old Maslow pyramid or the Life Balance circle. I draw points in the empty circle below at the point where I am right now in my life. And it makes almost a round circle. 5 years ago it was different, and in 5 years time it will no-doubt be different yet again. But for now my life in balanced. It feels wonderful.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016


My Wanita got an unlimited cinema card some months ago and I decided to have one as well. So this month I bought a card, 19 euro a month and you can see movies in the cinema unlimited. As much as you can eat, oh now, as much as you can see. We decided to go one a week to the cinema together and we would see two movies. It's a relatively a cheap way of holiday entertainment and as this is an all you can see card, we see the movies we wouldn't go to otherwise.

So yesterday I saw Genius. An interesting film about the writer Thomas Wolfe (Jude Law) and his editor  Maxwell Perkins (Colin Firth). My wife chose the film because of Colin
Firth, I was curious of Thomas Wolfe.

I understand it's difficult to explain what the role of an editor is in a book. And there is a scene in the film where Perkins says to Wolfe: "Is this book better because I edited it or is it just a different book, and should we not have edited it at all, because the original was as it should be? That is what we editors lie awake at night."
I think that captures the essence of the dilemma of the editor. I like the movie very much. The movie is played at an old cinema in The Hague and there was the audience was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. That is amazing considering the amount of coughs in The Concertgebouw in Amsterdam...

So, I wouldn't start reading a book by Thomas Wolfe if I had not seen this film. And that's one of the advantages of such a card. Between Inferno and Jack Reacher there is a Genius.

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

The royal Knight

To complete my Knight association series, this one is the most Royal of them all. Two steps forward, one step sideways.

Monday, 24 October 2016

Knight on a white horse

The Knight on a White Horse. This is for the girls! Do you like this Mr. Godiva? Do you like this Knight on White Horse? 

Sunday, 23 October 2016

Knight in Shining Armour

In my series about Knights, the one in stainless steel armour: The Knight with a capital K. Every girl needs this Knight, but it seems a lot to me like she is bending over for a spanking. What do you think? The Knight in Shining Armour spanks his girl?

Saturday, 22 October 2016


Instant memories!

This posture reminds me very much of the avatar Ms. Natasha Knight has used for a long time, and maybe still does. Natasha Knight is a very talented writer. I have read all her books and I have truly enjoyed all of them. Natasha encouraged me to write my own blog, and without her there would be no thoughts at all, infinitesimal thoughts mind you, but thoughts nonetheless. The phrase Infinitesimal thoughts by the way I've first found in a Natasha Knight book.

Natasha Knight avatar

Friday, 21 October 2016

Music for a Knight

To continue my collection of Hallelujah's, this is Alleluia, O virga mediatrix by Hildegard of Bingen

In the Gregorian chant liturgy of the Roman Catholic Church, the Alleluia was imported from Judaism. The word literally means "Praise to the Lord (Jahweh)" and had been an expression of devotion since Old Testament times. It is very interesting that the only time Hildegard of Bingen wrote music for an Alleluia, it was her Alleluia, O virga mediatrix, which is proper to the Mass of feasts in honour of the Blessed Virgin Mary, which would have been held in high honour by her nuns.

Hildegard's poem borrows from some common concepts in Marian theology, though they are expressed with her characteristic passion. She speaks of the Virgin as "Mediatrix" (mediator between mankind and God), as flower, and as closed garden (one with "sweetest integrity" of her virginity). Hildegard's music is also rather characteristic of her style.

This is the start of the Knight collection for a few days to come. I look forward of showing you my kind of knights. The first one, obviously is in music. Music for a knight.


Thursday, 20 October 2016

Music Lesson

Make a virtual trip in a British phone box and travel into the painting 'the music lesson' by Johannes Vermeer. Experience it yourself until the 8th of January in the Mauritshuis, The Hague!
You may want to have a look at this video that gives you an impression how this painting now lent from the British Museum to the Mauritshuis.

Click here for the video

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Changing of the Guards

Let's see how it sounds without the beautiful voice and music of Mr. Dylan:

Sixteen years,
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.

Fortune calls,
I step from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.

The cold-blooded moon,
The captain awaiting above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

I struggled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.

"Gentlemen," he said,
"I don't need your organization. I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards,
But Eden is burning: either get ready for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards."

Peace will come
With tranquility and splendour, on the wheels of fire,
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

Bob Dylan, 1978

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Nobel Prize

Who could have guessed? Bob Dylan got the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Either the jury consists of Baby Boomers that are stuck in sixties and relive their youth, or the jury got drunk and just closed their eyes and picked a candidate. His spoilt generation wrote protest songs. Protest against what? Protest just because everyone knows his (at best mediocre) songs now. Well maybe four or five. Bob Dylan's greatest hits. Why are there only three songs on this CD? Because these is Bob Dylan's greatest hits, dummy! 

"No one is a bigger fan of Bob Dylan than I am. To give him the Nobel Prize for Literature, however, is absurd.
— Daniel Green

The jury thinks Dylan's songs "Bob Dylan writes poetry for the ear. But it’s perfectly fine to read his works as poetry." If that earns a Nobel prize for literature I suggest we give Johan Cruyff  posthumously a Nobel prize for the way he could write poetry with the ball. Or maybe Donald Trump that speaks poetry for the scared white people of America. How about Eminem for his raps are poetry to the ear of more people than Bob Dylan.

 How about the Nobel Peace Prize that was was awarded to the President of Colombia Juan Manuel Santos "for his resolute efforts to bring the country’s more than 50-year-long civil war to an end, a war that has cost the lives of at least 220,000 Colombians and displaced close to six million people. Pity his own countryman have decided by referendum that they rather have war with the FARC than peace... Maybe another 220.000 Colombians should die before the country is ready for peace.

A prize for peace where there is no peace, a prize for literature where there is no literature, the Nobel Prize Committee should be awarded for their courage, their fearlessness, their insight.


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