dreamt this night that I was winner.
that I got the hang… had the knack
umm… that I was alpha male
that I took all, and celebrated.

ah… that I held your heart in the palm of hand
cherished it easily, predictable
and that the ground underfoot was such a stable thing
that I danced.

come daylight I know that I can climb this
come daylight, know exactly what to do
at night, though
demons
questions swimming round sweetly in a show ballet
swim elegantly mocking in their show ballet
mockingly swim past and round my overaged shirt

and I dreamt last night that I plunged euforically
and that my roar went far over the seas
uhm, from a cliff beset with others
who crawl but only barely
roared over the seas

uhm, and that it turned out okay

because I could

because I was

without


come daylight I control what’s coming
though fate may squirm and interject
at night, though
demons
questions swimming round sweetly in a show ballet
swim round mocking sweetly in their show ballet
mockingly swim past and round my overaged shirt

and my days I will spend in at the dark dumb bottom
and all opportunity swims by

slips by

smiling

slips away.

Jed's Other Poem
(Beautiful Ground)

An unsolicited music video for the band Grandaddy and their song of the same name off of the album The Sophtware Slump. I got it through Amanda Congdon's Rocketboom.

Quite moving stuff, on a bluesky afternoon.

Recently I got full management of my mum's website. She's been painting&sculpting for years now, and it's been sitting there in silence online for ages. I've always enjoyed what she makes, really. Lots of humour in them there bronzes. And the canvas stuff she does, I like too, 'specially them Tapies style things.

The website's current layout and format I have much beef with, but that's because someone whose kind intentions and doubtless HTML skills couldn't make up for her lack of time.. Marjan, well done, let's get together and feel alright. I hope I can make some good changes in the coming months. Plus, I hope my mum one day sees the light and actually starts using the net to promo her stuff some more. not that she needs the cash but it would just be cool.

She (josephine, my mother) is also on art in red light, a posh highbrow expo with some really good paintings in the Oude Kerk in Ams.

Now that we have a blog up, there should be content. First let's start by putting up someone who's been an inspiration ever since his Salad Fingers first reached my world:

David Firth's fat-pie.com