The Eyes Have it

In the past 17 years I made 45.148 photos. I'll be posting some of them here once in a while.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

I Wish I Could Die


An abandoned shack next to the railway track in Mirwart, Belgium. 29 sep 2002
I have been doing this blog for exactly on year, and this is my 555th post on "The Eyes Have it". It will be my last.

I continue posting at "When I Was Buying You a Drink Where Were You ?", and perhaps something new will appear sometime, somewhere....
To a faithful audience, farewell!


It does not matter what is said and done
The eyes have it.
The mind's legislative faculty
Is unconcerned with appearances and words
Nothing is over and done with.
   Nothing.
Not even your malice.
Especially your malice.
So do not apologize to me.

I have walked stooped beneath your heart,
That cold-blooded crown
That holds the glinting jewel
Of contradiction in your eyes.

I think that I shall gouge them
from your skull
And crush them in my fist

--Give you a dog to see with
Give you eyes that pant and salivate,
Eyes that creep on all fours--
Eyes that cringe at the sound of my voice;
   Lie to me then.

Tell me life is good to you
--When all your memories are distilled
Into the transformed image, the Idea
Of a mechanical hand reaching
To dig out your eyes.
   Lie to me then.
   Lie to me then, Dog-eyes.
   Lie to me then.

Jack Henry Abbott, In the Belly of the Beast.

7 Comments:

Anonymous monkeyafterdark said...

555 posts...
Bedankt DDV!

10:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very very sorry to see you go DDV. Lots of love from a devoted fan.

10:41 AM  
Anonymous ronX said...

respect for keeping it up for so long, and for not continuing till the obvious 666th. thanks.

2:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you are one sick unit are you dead yet?

5:10 PM  
Blogger Marilyn said...

I want more.....

3:24 PM  
Blogger DDV said...

As of tomorrow I will be back here.

5:44 PM  
Blogger Marilyn Wilder said...

This is madness. Complete madness. I know it. Yet, I still keep following the bait. WTF is wrong with me? I see them in everything. I feel like I am watching a very fucked up movie with fucked up people, in a fucked up world filled with fucked up food, music, places, all going now where. And, I am still writing. Sometimes I laugh and sometimes I cry. I also get angry. And, sometimes, I just do not give a rats ass. WHY DON'T I STOP!

8:50 PM  

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