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Guido Vermeulen's mail art envelopes are like worlds into themselves and at the same time they are part of the much larger whole.

(a comment by NANCY BELL SCOTT, USA, on the IUOMA network)

Guido's paintings are like finding images in the clouds
(a comment by Kathleen D. Johnson, USA, on IUOMA)

Guido does not paint monsters but spirits and ghosts, full of love, tenderness and compassion
(LIZA LEYLA during a conversation, Belgium)

His ability to express emotions through painting is a beautiful gift. Allowing oneself to feel sadness is the most direct route through grief. His paintings feel peaceful and kind.

(STEPHEN WALKER, USA)


My life is shifting... Your work is intangible, ethereal, cosmically rewarding. i eat it up & savor it like a great sandwich! It made my day!
(Lisa PEREZ, USA, on IUOMA)

Thank you for the TALISMAN painting on the envelope. It is real cool and creepy at the same time. I haven’t seen a piece of abstract capture such as pain and emotion so well since I visited the museum of art in Toledo. Bravo!
(Sarah Jo Pender, USA, from the Indiana Women’s Prison)

I suppose you could characterize Guido's painting style as expressionist. I know he is very interested in dreams as a source for art and poetry, and these particular chapter pages seem like shadowy dream corridors filled with shifting images and scenes. The Michaux quotes work as a counterpoint, Guido's art is taking over when the limits of language have been reached.
(De Villo Sloan, USA, on my tribute pages to Henri Michaux, see LAMUSAR blog)

Guido’s art expressions are always poems and they show us the reality of our real faces and souls (Mariana Serban, Romania)

His titles have both inspired and educated me (Alicia Starr, USA)

woensdag 9 april 2014

ROUW in 12 bewegingen

ROUWBEWEGINGSHAIKU’S

voor alle gesneuvelden van 1914-2014
en in het bijzonder voor de gefusilleerden bij wijze van voorbeeld


Ik zie haar wenen
de hartstochtelijke vrouw:
mijn schildpad is dood!

In de herfst sterven;
wat is er natuurlijker
dan een vallend blad?

Hij bloedde zachtjes
leeg naar een vallende ster.
Aarde schreeuwde dicht!

De oorlogsschepen
strandend op koraalriffen.
Het einde nabij …

De weerstand van slijk,
waterwederopstanding
in het Vlaams, misschien?

Een brandende god
veroordeelt op het schavot
der geschiedenis.

Lijken spoelen aan,
lossen nooit het geheugen
op der getuigen …

Beenderen spreken,
het gebit niet verdronken,
roepend in de zee!

Woorden liegen steeds
in de monden van de macht;
maan herhaalt lachend.

Knikkerterrorist,
lachend in de warmte
van sluitende hand.

Tegen de wanden
huizen stil de vleermuizen,
hun honger huivert!

Laat drogende oogst
is het lot van mijn ogen;
blindheid doet mij zien.


GV
Maart 2014
Pub New Benfica
en discutant avec Boris



Translation by DAVID STONE, USA 


NOTES:

 5
In the trenches of WW1, the Flemish movement in Belgium started.
Commanders were French but most soldiers Flemish.
The soldiers could not understand their orders; "et pour les flamands la même chose".
How many men died for that?

 8
Reference to the murder of Lumumba.
His corpse was hacked to pieces and dissolved in acid.
The dentures did not dissolve and were thrown in the ocean.


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