mail art Dream Project - dedicated to Marilyn Dammann "Shadow"

Alfonso Caccavale

2007-01-13T16:01:00.000+01:00

Alfonso Caccavale

2007-01-13T16:00:00.000+01:00

Zivka Suvic

2006-12-18T18:57:00.000+01:00

Autumn dream

Tim Scannell

2006-10-11T08:43:00.000+02:00

Tim Scannell

2006-10-11T08:41:00.000+02:00

Isao Yoshii

2006-10-10T08:38:00.000+02:00

Chiara Tassinari

2006-09-09T19:14:00.000+02:00

Chiara Tassinari

2006-09-09T19:13:00.000+02:00

Eric Coraboeuf

2006-08-09T12:15:00.000+02:00

Ricodiparigi

Eric Coraboeuf

2006-08-09T12:12:00.000+02:00

Embrouillaminis Creatifs

Annarita Favilla

2006-07-13T18:28:00.000+02:00

Nimerya82

Charisto's

2006-07-12T16:13:00.000+02:00

Charisto's

2006-07-12T16:12:00.000+02:00

Pati Bristow

2006-06-24T12:31:00.000+02:00

Pati Bristow

2006-06-24T12:30:00.000+02:00

Darlene Altschul

2006-05-17T08:55:00.000+02:00

Darlene Altschul

2006-05-17T08:53:00.000+02:00

Kimmo Framelius

2006-03-09T14:49:00.000+01:00

Kimmo Framelius

2006-03-09T14:47:00.000+01:00

Antonio Grassi

2006-03-08T08:53:00.000+01:00

Domenico Severino

2006-03-01T15:50:00.000+01:00

Domenico Severino

2006-03-01T15:48:00.000+01:00

Lezbag

2006-02-28T15:24:00.000+01:00

Lezbag blog

Lezbag

2006-02-28T15:22:00.000+01:00

Filippo Buresta

2006-02-25T16:20:00.000+01:00

Luiza Brown

2006-02-10T09:18:00.000+01:00

http://spaces.msn.com/members/luiza/

Luiza Brown

2006-02-10T09:17:00.000+01:00

Antonio Grassi

2006-02-09T08:53:00.000+01:00

http://www.antoniograssi.com

Antonio Grassi

2006-02-09T08:52:00.000+01:00

Henk J. van Ooyen

2006-02-07T08:33:00.000+01:00

Laura Barletta

2006-02-06T09:12:00.000+01:00

Zaftig

Laura Barletta

2006-02-06T09:11:00.000+01:00

Anêla Aliotis

2006-01-27T08:11:00.000+01:00

Christine Tarantino

2006-01-19T09:09:00.000+01:00

Renee Bouws

2006-01-12T08:50:00.000+01:00

Caterina Davinio

2006-01-07T16:27:00.000+01:00

Angel

Caterina Davinio

2006-01-07T16:23:00.000+01:00

Mistery of soul

Anela Aliotis

2006-01-06T16:33:00.000+01:00

Pierpaolo Limongelli

2006-01-05T16:14:00.000+01:00

Words by heart ___Parole a memoria

Formulated a dream ____Formulato un sogno
it comes true only if, ___si avvera soltanto se
with the open palm___con le mani a palmi
hands, we shake in _____aperti, agitiamo nella
serene light the arms ___luce serena le braccia
softly. _______________dolcemente.
We look at the night ____Guardiamo la notte
that doesn't fall, that ____che non cade, che ci
makes us to remember the words ___fa ricordare le parole
told by heart ____________dette a memoria
in front of whom doesn't ____davanti a chi non ci ascolta.
listen to us.
The light of the moon _______La luce della luna ci illumina
illuminates us ____________da dietro, le nostre
from behind, our __________ombre sono proiettate
shadows are cast __________sulla ghiaia bianca
on the white gravel __________poi qualcuno, vicino
then someone, near _________alla porta, con parole
the door, with words ________dette a memoria parla
told by heart speaks ________della notte che non cade.
of the night that doesn't fall.
We, carefully, listen to _______Noi, attenti, ascoltiamo
the lunar voices. ____________le voci lunari.

Pati Bristow

2006-01-04T15:11:00.000+01:00

http://www.livejournal.com/users/pati_bristow/

Kat van Trollebol

2005-12-01T09:25:00.000+01:00

Kat van Trollebol

2005-12-01T09:23:00.000+01:00

Mayu

2005-11-29T09:38:00.000+01:00

Tiziana Baracchi

2005-11-26T09:45:00.000+01:00

Dan Waber

2005-11-08T09:36:00.000+01:00

Dan Waber

2005-11-08T09:35:00.000+01:00

Renee Bouws

2005-11-07T18:30:00.000+01:00

Renee Bouws

2005-11-07T18:25:00.000+01:00

Neosho

2005-11-07T17:21:00.000+01:00

Neosho

2005-11-07T17:00:00.000+01:00

Laura Finger

2005-10-24T10:24:00.000+02:00

Laura Finger

2005-10-24T10:23:00.000+02:00

Unknown

2005-10-24T09:59:00.000+02:00

David Stone

2005-10-17T17:29:00.000+02:00

Memorial Poem to Marilyn Damman

A shrine in Michigan
a sky sun color
a tv smashed
& lit by a shepherd
of earthworks.

Some souls slept
through motion
in awe.

Animal born,
trees wave
in a hurricane.

In the field,
a salamander
crawls above
the blessed rest.

DS
Memorial Day, 2005

David Stone

2005-10-17T17:28:00.000+02:00

Davinio

2005-10-17T09:49:00.000+02:00

Keith R. Bloodworth

2005-10-11T16:55:00.000+02:00

Christian Alle

2005-10-10T17:38:00.000+02:00

Christian Alle

2005-10-10T17:37:00.000+02:00

Frips

2005-10-08T10:01:00.000+02:00

http://fripsmailart.blogspot.com

Frips

2005-10-08T09:59:00.000+02:00

http://www.frips.be

Keith R. Bloodworth

2005-10-07T17:06:00.000+02:00

http://www.mts.net/~ksbloodw/wwwproj.html

Keith R. Bloodworth

2005-10-07T17:04:00.000+02:00

Stjin Hüwels

2005-10-05T11:50:00.000+02:00

Stjin Hüwels

2005-10-05T11:49:00.000+02:00

Clemente Padin

2005-10-03T17:58:00.000+02:00

Clemente Padin

2005-10-03T17:56:00.000+02:00

Christine Tarantino

2005-09-16T18:19:00.000+02:00

Angela Genusa

2005-09-15T09:15:00.000+02:00

http://agenusa.blogspot.com/

http://choppedlivre.blogspot.com/

Johnny Jane

2005-09-14T17:36:00.000+02:00

http://stellar808.blogspot.com/

Johnny Jane

2005-09-14T17:33:00.000+02:00

Johnny Jane

2005-09-14T17:31:00.000+02:00

I just happened to have done a card referring to dreams. Amazing. I have pre-cogninitive dreams. Trouble is I can’t distinguish between them and “ordinary” dreams. I only realize they are pre-cogninitive when the dreams come true.
Oddly or not the dreams are not about the precognition of events. Rather, what I see in my dreams are places or things to which I have have never been before.
Some people may say: “ Oh, you’ve been by these places before just never paid attention to them”. This is not the case. The dreams are places where I have never been. In one case I dreamed of a house on a hill. In this case, I had been by the hill before. Before long a house like the one I saw in my dream was built where previously
no house had been.

Vycki Angel

2005-09-14T17:29:00.000+02:00

Vycki Angel

2005-09-14T17:28:00.000+02:00

Piet Franzen/sidac

2005-09-14T17:27:00.000+02:00

Piet Franzen/sidac

2005-09-14T17:25:00.000+02:00

Gianluca Scordo

2005-09-06T17:44:00.000+02:00

http://www.gianlucascordo.it/

Mara Armaroli

2005-09-06T17:19:00.000+02:00

Sogno o son desta?

Mara Armaroli

2005-09-06T17:17:00.000+02:00

Iqbal Behleem

2005-09-05T09:54:00.000+02:00

Dream for Peace

My dream is to see smiles
On every face and soul
My Dream is to see everyone
Calm with Peace to grow

To grow with the Blessings
To grow with Harmony
To grow with Love and Friendship
To grow with Peace and ease

My dream is to see all Nations
With no injustice but Peace
With equity and self respect
And everyone Life with ease

My dream is to see everyone
Enjoying Life with Peace
Peace for themselves and there Children
Peace Peace and Peace

Iqbal Behleem
Karachi-Pakistan.
August 28, 2005

Christine Tarantino

2005-09-03T10:50:00.000+02:00

Christine Tarantino

2005-09-03T10:49:00.000+02:00

Dawn Amato

2005-09-02T09:15:00.000+02:00

GOOGLE DREAM POEM
(of love and spaceships and you)
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, Alive with fiery breath I Dreamed I Had a Girl in My Pocket I Dreamed I Married Perry Mason I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me I dreamed I had gone to that city That city where never comes night I dreamed I was trapped in a miniature golf course Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow I Dreamed I Moved Among The Elysian Fields I dreamed I killed God and woke up I dreamed I saw a mighty room, The room was filled with men. And the papers they were signing said They'd never fight again. I dreamed I already loved you. I dreamed I already killed you. But you rose again; another form I dreamed I died, ended up at the gates of Heaven I Dreamed I Was A Ballerina Recently I dreamed I talked to you. You were in the desert, and you said That I would never want for love, I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky I Dreamed I Was in a Hollywood Movie I dreamed I played basketball with Michael Jordan Last Night I Dreamed I Saw My Mother Young I dreamed I was being crushed by a lot of snakes I dreamed I could fly and got away from all the horrible people I Dreamed I Was St. Francis in My Maidenform Bra Last night I dreamed I tried to kiss you. I very much wanted to. But I finally understood that you don't love me ...not like that. I dreamed I saw Maimonides On the downtown train Fighting with a homeless man I Dreamed I Was Elvis I Dreamed I Was Walking Into World War Three I Dreamed I Was An Eskimo I dreamed I lived in a castle in Spain I dreamed I had an interview with God I Dreamed I Lived Like A Princess In Rome I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven Oh, what a beautiful sight! I Dreamed I Lay Where Flowr's Were Springing Last night, Last night I dreamed I went to. Manderly again I dreamed I was an astronaut who landed on the moon: I dreamed I walked in zero-g but fell to Earth too soon. I dreamed I saw a million angels Coming forth to rescue me I dreamed I lost my teeth I dreamed I was a gypsy riding the land With a tambourine and a gypsy king Last night I dreamed I had insomnia. I woke up exhausted I dreamed I was Jesus with amnesia in a white desert, cold, barren DO I DREAM HE'S STANDING BY THE DOOR I dreamed I was a sailor I dreamed I was a mermaid On an island I lay in a mystical bay,: In the dream I dreamed I was dreaming. Yet I thought in the dream that I dreamed I dreamed :I dreamed I crouched within a circle of stones I dreamed I was a goldfish Then I dreamed I kissed... Then I dreamed I kissed...I dreamed I threw someone out a window and when they hit the ground they shattered Your reverence, I dreamed I saw a pond which was deep in the middle and shallow by the shore. It was filled with all five kinds of lotuses, I dreamed I had a girlfriend She called me honey I dreamed I was cool I dreamed I had a boyfriend He called me dear I dreamed I was beautiful I dreamed I rolled on the ocean floor I dreamed I slept on the ocean bed I dreamed I could hear a train whistle I dreamed I was dying I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly I dreamed I was flying Your reverence, I dreamed I saw a golden plate worth a hundred thousand pieces of money. People were holding it and coaxing an old skinny jackal to urinate ...I dreamed I owned two chimpanzees, and that computers were alive and had sprung arms and legs and were trying to catch me. I dreamed I stole two old ladies' purses from a bar bathroom I dreamed I was Princess of Bombay Inspecting my army one Monday A thousand men came marching by Each looked like you Today I dreamed I was in the middle of a volcano and instead of burning I was drowning in the lava. I dreamed I was a sly red fox and I was in a big blue box one day I dreamed I was walking along in the dark and was all of a sudden surrounded by dogs, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun I dreamed I became a bird Where was the voice of the bird in the dream? I dreamed I was I dreamed I was a shadow I dreamed I lived I lived beneath the burning I dreamed I was I dreamed that I was gorgeous I dreamed I stopped; I turned around, I thought, "Why am I leaving?" And the dust stretched on before me Soft as breathing.

For Marilyn "Shadow" Dammann, why did you leave us, bereft without you.

Renee Wagemans

2005-09-02T09:11:00.000+02:00

Journey through the portals

burgundy is my mood on a
magenta night
when all my dreams are on the out
feelings of
friction
dazzling around
going higher
than I can ever see
when I’m aloud to see
beyond the boundaries
of the portals
of heaven

silence
listen
there comes the burgundy
I can't wait
to let my dreams come back
to me
they're nurtured

all is magenta
fractal colors
carried by the wings of angels
next time
I won't let
my dreams on the out
I'll go myself

my dreams
teach me
teach me
to let go
to trust
and embrace the burgundy
of my mood
on a magenta night

Renee Wagemans

2005-09-02T09:09:00.000+02:00

http://poetryblurrs.blogspot.com/

Dorothea Fleiss

2005-09-01T18:19:00.000+02:00

http://www.dorothea-fleiss.com

Daniele Davalli

2005-08-31T17:04:00.000+02:00

Ad Breedveld

2005-08-31T16:51:00.000+02:00

Massimo Medola

2005-08-31T16:50:00.000+02:00

Ferruh Alýþýr

2005-08-30T18:08:00.000+02:00

Ferruh Alýþýr

2005-08-30T18:06:00.000+02:00

Giovanni e Renata StraDa Da

2005-08-29T10:24:00.000+02:00

Giovanni e Renata StraDa Da

2005-08-29T10:23:00.000+02:00

Antonio Sassu

2005-08-29T10:21:00.000+02:00

Io amo la mia terra

www.grupposinestetico.it

Fabio Sassi

2005-07-13T17:46:00.000+02:00

Fabio Sassi

2005-07-13T17:45:00.000+02:00

Dario Sanna

2005-07-12T17:36:00.000+02:00

Gilda Camero

2005-07-07T18:48:00.000+02:00

Tides are gods’ whims.

Tides are gods’ whims, dice thrown on the sea of a strange fate, waves of curls and silk, brushed like hair of secret beauties.
Lead by the moon, whimsical and stern, pale as a face powder coating, gentle as a ringing out parchment, they follow the impulses of the heart through lack of wind and sudden sea storms.
It is follies, masses of oceans and blank verse, kisses that follow one another and chase each other some second kilometers further on from the thin surface of the enveloping water.
No breath of wind averts the dreamer’s eyes . Just the murmurs, just the echoes that the tides bring in their cloak fraught with desires, fables, purple enchantments . The dark hour is precious, dresses in shimmering singings, singsongs that start from a distance, that will reach the time to come. Sultriness destroys, chokes. The interval between breaths is shorter.
Gravitational breathlessness. Big speeds get out of dynamics laws, jump over fences with innocents’ courage. The unsaid shouts in the corners of an afflicted and absorbed silence, entranced in the latitudes of a sun-filled South. Road surface and rock, signs like red-hot tattoos, marks on the skin, destroying bistoury.
What a lot of eyes have seen and haven’t watched perfumes and incenses that the touch missed .
The melody goes clung on to a piano, rocked by a marzipan sax in this summer of foreign scents, of otherness and peoples’ echoes.
Sheets rubbing their never watchful eyes, always half asleep, unintelligible and paradisiacal.
Dozed off mind breaking free in the evening air, in that moment that separates from the dark, from that boundless dark that every night hosts the eternal beauty of stars.

Translation by Antonella Di Giulio

Gilda Camero

2005-07-07T18:47:00.000+02:00

Le maree sono capricci degli dei.

Le maree sono capricci degli dei, dadi gettati sul
mare di un destino strano, onde di riccioli e seta,
sfiorate come i capelli di veneri sotterranee.
Guidate dalla luna, capricciosa e austera, pallida come
strato di cipria, delicata come pergamena risuonante, seguono
i moti dell’animo tra secche di vento e mareggiate
improvvise. Sono follie, folle di oceani e versi
sciolti, baci che si susseguono, si inseguono
qualche chilometro secondo più in là dalla sottile
superficie dell’acqua avvolgente. Nessun alito di vento
distoglie lo sguardo di chi sogna. Solo sussurri, solo echi
che le maree portano nel loro mantello gravido di
desideri, di favole, incanti di porpora. L’ora bruna è
preziosa, si veste di luccicanti canti, di nenie che
partono da lontano, che raggiungeranno il tempo che
sarà. L’afa annienta, soffoca. L’intervallo tra i
respiri è più breve. Affanno gravitazionale. Grandi
velocità sfuggono le leggi della dinamica, saltano
staccionate, con il coraggio degli innocenti. Il non
detto urla negli angoli di un silenzio accorato e
assorto, rapito nelle latitudini di un sud assolato.
Asfalto e roccia, segni come tatuaggi roventi,
marchinella carne, bisturi che annienta. Quanti occhi
hanno visto e non osservato, profumi e incensi sfuggiti al
tatto. La melodia passa, abbracciata ad un pianoforte,
cullata da un sax di marzapane in questa estate di
effluvi stranieri, di alterità e echi di gente.
Lenzuola che si stropicciano gli occhi, mai vigili,
sempre nel dormiveglia incomprensibile e
paradisiaco.
Mente assopita che si libera nell’aria della sera,
in quell’istante che separa dal buio, da quel buio
sconfinato che ogni notte ospita la bellezza eterna
delle stelle.

Elke Grundmann

2005-07-05T17:48:00.000+02:00