fridge art

1970's

I sometimes feel as if I'm trying to figure-out life... and perhaps it doesn't want me to (!)
It's like I'm staring at the fridge of life... and there are words and letters, but they make little sense. . . like some random piece sounds sort of poetic, but others just so bizarre that I twist my head sideways to see if the phrase above/ below it has any semblance to the theme..... mm .. nope... or maybe I'm missing it?

as if some cosmic child came down for some nocturnal-night cap (milk?) and moved his little hand across the magnetic fridge-pieces and scattered the blocks all over the show... and now we can't find the meaning or theme or idea..

that is how I feel sometimes

1980's

1990's


2000's

2010


poetry from the (distant) past

Untitled

Want the pain, want to feel

Want the 2 am – inspiration

Want the freshness of uncertainty and the chill of the daunting

Want the courting

Want the kiss

Don’t want to miss…

A thing.

17-9-2000

Don’t

1.

Don’t want to smile

Don’t care how you are

Who are we fooling?

Nobody farts, no one is drooling…

Everybody wears levi’s

And goes to the gym in Nikes.

The new brand: heels, no spikes.

Sickening conformity.

Look at me.

I’m one of them: cry on que

No passion, no clue

Where did I go wrong… when did

I settle for too much ‘right’.

2.

I drink my two litres a day

Pray and walk the right way

Now a turn in the road

Princess wants a toad

The prince is in the gym and in the

Boardroom… so much for

A loving groom.

Princess needs to feel desired

But the prince is tired

Everything is ritual, boring

Princess wants sex, the prince

Is snoring…

17-9-2000

Untitled

Got so much to give, to delve into

Why don’t I just give,

Why don’t I just do?

Silly social criteria setup

Conformity makes me fed-up

Got love to give and excitement

But I’m in life’s basement…

Feeling old and unneeded

Condensed with compromise

Sick of all the personality-lies

Just want to give, to share

Me, myself, naked, bare.

Now

I want release

I want peace

I want to feel at home here

Want to ride this sphere

Don’t care about Ethiopian-hunger or old age

Want to indulge in now

Want to feel the wow

No big truths, no guru’s.

Just peace

A little release.

15-6-2001

Maria Louw

from, Maria