Rad van Fortuin (voor Alicja)

“Rad van Fortuin (voor Alicja)”, geschreven, opgenomen en voorgelezen ter plaatse, ‘Toast Literair’ met Alicja Gescinska, zaterdag 22-01-2022, Herman Teirlinck Huis, 12:00)

Niets dan
de taal
om deze gaten
dicht
te maken
en
toch is er een
vergezicht:
wie kijkt
hoort eeuwigheid,
ziet woorden
waaien uit uw
hand

Wanneer zullen wij
wandel waken
wanneer zal
dit fortuinlijk rad
de stilte tot
vergeten malen?
Als alle harten
bakens worden
van tevredenheid,
als zoete lippen
helder proeven

het schijnt wel of de kloof
hier niet te dichten valt,
de spiegel scheurt, het
aangezicht verdwijnt,
als je dan vooruit ver
de einder ziet, zal wat
bedolven onder tranen
stil gedragen wordt
je lichter maken,
je koesteren als toen je
nog zo welkom was
en zo geborgen

(Davidsfonds Toast Literair met Alicja Gescinska, zaterdag 22-01-2022, Herman Teirlinck Huis, Beersel, 12:00)

Allerzielenvuur All Saints Fire

Allerzielenvuur All Saints Fire 🔥 (subtitled) Rond de vuurtafel herdachten Hugo De Deken en ik in woord en zang alle Zielen, in naam van onze geliefde UFSAL decaan en “Glimlachende God” Bernard-Frans van Vlierden (auteur Bernard Kemp), veel te vroeg van ons heengegaan op 2 november 1980. ❤️

Pale Blue Dot

In his speech at Cornell University (October 13th, 1994) Carl Sagan (1934-1996) left us his immoral thoughts  on looking at the picture of Earth “Voyager 1 Space Probe” sent back to us in 1990 at a distance of 6 billion kilometres. They are still so true today, almost 25 years later…
The picture became known as “The Pale Blue Dot“:

“From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”