eklectic jack

hope, espoir, speranza, Hoffnung, nadzieja

Saturday, December 10, 2005

 

festive artistic look


Friday, November 11, 2005

 

my feet


Thursday, November 03, 2005

 

I hide oneself


Friday, October 21, 2005

 

5.45 am



Tuesday, October 18, 2005

 

home work


Thursday, October 13, 2005

 

four creatures


Sunday, October 02, 2005

 

midnight


Monday, September 05, 2005

 

you are macho


Tuesday, August 16, 2005

 

once


Thursday, August 11, 2005

 

light


Saturday, July 30, 2005

 

change your life!



Friday, July 29, 2005

 

???


Sunday, July 24, 2005

 

apple from my dreams


Saturday, July 23, 2005

 

listening toy dolls


Thursday, July 21, 2005

 

it's me (by mariusz)


 

other man


Wednesday, July 20, 2005

 

hans bellmer, where are you?


Saturday, August 07, 2004

 

I was born..

I was born yesterday in left shoe. on the ledge. On the wall hung a milk.
I looked through the window. On the sky shined fried egg.
I pulled on the right shoe end left home.
I trod on the cross-road. I had a look to the four quarters of the globe
and I chose fifth.
The fifth part was orange. I plunged in its a finger, a hand, myself.
Ants, white ants, many ants. Ants in eyes, ants in mouth, right and lefts,
all around - ants. I closed eyes. Opened eyes. I was on a flat concrete square.
I went before myself.
Paris, a four o’clock in the morning. Sunrise. Closed cafes. Women, women in black, opposite me,
I go to her.
She is naked, she smile. Face to face.
I kiss her.
White and cold about me. White desert. On the table stood the bottle red whine and the glass. I took the glass to hand. I raised it. Wine was spilt in mouth myself.
My bed. Near me women. This women is green. She changes hues of green.
She encircled me.
I lie on the street. Cars rides beside my head. I got up. I saw about me.
This was city. Big city. I entered into it.
I took a walk, I saw, I quested. People round me. Outcasts, ladies and gentlemen’s, children. Adults, young people , old people. I didn’t touch them.
I walked up to the glass. I saw my reflection. Glass melted. Spread me heat wave.
I went out of the city.
Green glade. The sky. The sun. What is my name?
My name is…? In front of me rabbit appeared and asked: what is your name?
Mouse, which nearly trampled under foot, asked: what is your name?
The fly asked: what is your name?
I don’t now. I don’t now of my name. I don’t now where I am.
I don’t now why I am here.
Rabbit said: gone and searched. Mouse said: exited from sunk underground.
Fly said: flown up.
I went and searched but I don’t now I found. I don’t now I will search still.
I stood while and I went home.
This is the day before.

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