Dolphin Address 10 2003
july 7th 2003
Honest, I love Ireland, but I would love Ireland even much more, if some savior stood up and delivered us from the wretched midgets. Preferably something that helps, not something that only makes money, but anything that comprises a full target-death correlation. Surely we have more, and particularly, more evil brain than they do?
This should prevent that full tribes are thrashing the air to finally stampede in total panic into the ocean. It is foremost the gigantic number, that hungrily engulfs you. If you look closer they are like miniature fighter planes, with their wings in an angle of 90 degrees and the tips steep up. Very unfashionable warlike.
Like everything mutates in nature, these horrids transform in line with their evil talent: they are getting smaller. Gradually you need reading glasses to find them. Only I don't believe their jaws got smaller, but their terror does seem to get more refined: they can wait, for instance until you have stopped scratching.
Maybe finally they will get so small, that you only have to think about them in order to feel them. Even now they present, apart from physical, a psychological terror.
One of the few ways I know to trap them in numbers is when they fly into my car. Ultimately they all want to go to the light, outside, and sit upon the window. There are my revenging fingertips and it's as easy as pie.
Sometimes, unsuspicious, I get out of my car, look above me and know instantly: 'I am not alone', as if 'bite me' is written all over my body.
Those are the few warm moments in which I realize: 'Holland isn't half bad.'
Mrs. Brydies 3D terrace revisited
The waves are forming a living screen, an unloaded matrix, on which the subconscious ness projects itself. When you momentarily unthink (white-out), the momentum of your thinking follows unconcerned movements. Suddenly waves slide aside, with the ease of the impossible. What happens then, can only be described off-moment and in images of dreams. And you don't have to look through your eyelashes.
But I know, I have seen Spanish galleons go by, apartments disintegrate in slow motion, Jesus of Nazareth ride by on a donkey.
All that with a simple cup of tea. Milk and sugar added, though.
Jan Ploeg, Fanore beach, July 7th 2003
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