emkee_reinvented
Bluelighter
Palimpsest
Des Murs De Mots
Des Mots De Murs
Des Maux De Mots
Des Murs Devots
Au Camaieu Des Mots
By: Pour Le Art
In het Nederland s
MUREN VAN WOORDEN
WOORDEN VAN MUREN
WOORD PIJNEN
VROME MUREN
IN DE SCHADUW VAN WOORDEN
In English
WALL OF WORD S
WORD S OF WALL S
WORD ACHES
DEVOUT WALL S
IN THE SHADE OF WORDS
Which somewhere in 1992 appeared on walls in Paris,
made by a marginal printer/ word artist, Pour l' Art.
Who only was able to present it illegal to the public,
using only 2-nd grade material to work with. On wall s in Paris.
All the walls are cleaned now.
So the limited edition print of the photo is what remain s.
Of the OG and pictures of other people,
maybe the original material still exist s. Mysterious !
I found it a island further in a thrift shop. For close to zilch.
The photographer who made it:
Adri Verburg/ Paris-Middelburg [Zeeland] .
Who worked with Carrera Pers/ Middelburg.
And is permanent showed in Zierikzee/ Old City Mall Museum
But also in Amsterdam in the 'Old City Mall Museum' and Leiden
The Print Cabinet Museum. Pretty established artist.
Found a reference to Drukwerk in de Marge.
These trails i still have to follow, hence T.B.C.
To Be Continued. It is a disease the need to know.
Getting to the bottom of things, it frees the mind.
Puts the soul on ease.
The reason this 2-nd print of a French form of street art.
Ended in a thrift shop in Goes, which is near Middelburg.
Circle round till now.
It got a double meaning when i started writing,
Walls of Words allover Bluelight.
Derived from a school song, to learn French.
It got a extra meaning when my Walls formed its-self.
Been plastering the whole site with it.
In a daze of insomnia by mental torture through noise.
Brought by a 3-rd renovation round on my rent house.
[attempt 1 & 2 failure s] and Overdue maintenance.
Then clicked on ... [mister Ed, the horse] Blog.
And read the disaster he and his family are going through.
But the idea to Blog them instead of Walling my thought s.
That was
i gonna blog my word s. Problem dissolved !
All made sense, the puzzle solved to. Noise the culprit.
Stress, insomnia, seizure, Myalgia [without brown urine]
and totally insane driven by noise torture. Makes sense.
Men i slept on the couch and woke at midnight.
Turned of the lights headed to bed.to be woken by:
renovation activity noise, good-morning rotten world.
To discover i ate Sauerkraut with Tempeh last night.
I have no recollection cooking or eating,
nor falling asleep on the couch.
So this morning i declared war "metaphorically", to my landlord.
And started constructing a 3 stage Ballistic Missile from words.
Doing a etiquette tomorrow in my street, to find support.
Doing it collective is better, but the people here are scared.
To stick there head above the mowing line.
So it might become a solo thing. All By Myself.
Though i rather have some leverage [Hefboom],
makes a bigger point. But these island dweller s.
Not only they rather fuck their Mother, Father or Brother.
Then a genetic better distant lover.
They are all even bigger faggot s.
As it s UNACCEPTABLE, i will go to the bottom. Through the drain.
As its driving me insane. And change has to be-forced.
You don t wait for it to wash down on you like rain
But then again nothing like Ed and his family are going through.
eMKee
[And use this Blog instead of Bluelight to for-fill my need for,
venting/ sorry to anyone who encountered my wall. Skip em.
It was therapeutic for me, but irrelevant at the end].
We all got a backpack with troubles, mine is full.
If i don t create em myself i got a whole team,
creating em for me. I gonna leash myself.
emkee.
Des Murs De Mots
Des Mots De Murs
Des Maux De Mots
Des Murs Devots
Au Camaieu Des Mots
By: Pour Le Art
In het Nederland s
MUREN VAN WOORDEN
WOORDEN VAN MUREN
WOORD PIJNEN
VROME MUREN
IN DE SCHADUW VAN WOORDEN
In English
WALL OF WORD S
WORD S OF WALL S
WORD ACHES
DEVOUT WALL S
IN THE SHADE OF WORDS
Which somewhere in 1992 appeared on walls in Paris,
made by a marginal printer/ word artist, Pour l' Art.
Who only was able to present it illegal to the public,
using only 2-nd grade material to work with. On wall s in Paris.
All the walls are cleaned now.
So the limited edition print of the photo is what remain s.
Of the OG and pictures of other people,
maybe the original material still exist s. Mysterious !
I found it a island further in a thrift shop. For close to zilch.
The photographer who made it:
Adri Verburg/ Paris-Middelburg [Zeeland] .
Who worked with Carrera Pers/ Middelburg.
And is permanent showed in Zierikzee/ Old City Mall Museum
But also in Amsterdam in the 'Old City Mall Museum' and Leiden
The Print Cabinet Museum. Pretty established artist.
Found a reference to Drukwerk in de Marge.
These trails i still have to follow, hence T.B.C.
To Be Continued. It is a disease the need to know.
Getting to the bottom of things, it frees the mind.
Puts the soul on ease.
The reason this 2-nd print of a French form of street art.
Ended in a thrift shop in Goes, which is near Middelburg.
Circle round till now.
It got a double meaning when i started writing,
Walls of Words allover Bluelight.
Derived from a school song, to learn French.
It got a extra meaning when my Walls formed its-self.
Been plastering the whole site with it.
In a daze of insomnia by mental torture through noise.
Brought by a 3-rd renovation round on my rent house.
[attempt 1 & 2 failure s] and Overdue maintenance.
Then clicked on ... [mister Ed, the horse] Blog.
And read the disaster he and his family are going through.
But the idea to Blog them instead of Walling my thought s.
That was
i gonna blog my word s. Problem dissolved !All made sense, the puzzle solved to. Noise the culprit.
Stress, insomnia, seizure, Myalgia [without brown urine]
and totally insane driven by noise torture. Makes sense.
Men i slept on the couch and woke at midnight.
Turned of the lights headed to bed.to be woken by:
renovation activity noise, good-morning rotten world.
To discover i ate Sauerkraut with Tempeh last night.
I have no recollection cooking or eating,
nor falling asleep on the couch.
So this morning i declared war "metaphorically", to my landlord.
And started constructing a 3 stage Ballistic Missile from words.
Doing a etiquette tomorrow in my street, to find support.
Doing it collective is better, but the people here are scared.
To stick there head above the mowing line.
So it might become a solo thing. All By Myself.
Though i rather have some leverage [Hefboom],
makes a bigger point. But these island dweller s.
Not only they rather fuck their Mother, Father or Brother.
Then a genetic better distant lover.
They are all even bigger faggot s.
As it s UNACCEPTABLE, i will go to the bottom. Through the drain.
As its driving me insane. And change has to be-forced.
You don t wait for it to wash down on you like rain
But then again nothing like Ed and his family are going through.
eMKee
[And use this Blog instead of Bluelight to for-fill my need for,
venting/ sorry to anyone who encountered my wall. Skip em.
It was therapeutic for me, but irrelevant at the end].
We all got a backpack with troubles, mine is full.
If i don t create em myself i got a whole team,
creating em for me. I gonna leash myself.
emkee.
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