Saturday, June 28, 2008
A "virtual" movie of John McCrae reading his famous WW1 poem "In Flanders Fields". The poem is read excelently by Gordon Mackenzie. All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008 (Jim Clark is a London videographer, sound recordist, photographer, archivist of acoustic... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Shell Shocked Isabel Shrapnel: Last Post, 1939
September 1, 1939 The first words Sansparole spoke since the Great War had come, were also his last words. I didn't understand it, then. There was nothing to see on the latest watercolor painting he had made, except a black brick wall. How could this blackest black be soothing and reassuring? How... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
My Last Watercolor
Even the blackest black is not black enough to paint the black hole in which I will fall without you. Do you see? Of course you don’t. It’s pitch dark and there is nothing to see, except you and me and this hole of the blackest black. Nothing except half a man who has found his other half, so now... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
1936 - Monologue of Your Favorite Ghostwriter:
If there were no words anymore, I painted the stars that were falling into the night: one two three four five six seven eight and more than eighteen years I was standing in my trench, waiting for you amidst terrible daydreams and horrible nightmares. I whispered your name and I prayed you would hear... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
1936 – Shell Shocked Isabel Shrapnel Speaking:
I knew for sure I would recognize him, even if he he was only half a man without a face, sleeping in a laundry basket. I knew it, because I never would be complete without him. He was the half I missed, as I was the half he missed. ’Nobody knows his name or what he thinks,’ a doctor said. ‘He has... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 23, 2008
In Flanders' Fields
1936 - An article in the newspaper about the secret victims of the Great War, tucked away in the Franz Jozef Hospital in Vienna. What they have in Vienna, they have perhaps also in Brussels, I thought. And again I went looking for my Favorite Ghostwriter, my Unknown Soldier. For three years I have... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
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Saturday, June 21, 2008
The waiting is the worst
The Pickelhaubes had set Leuven, Aarschot, Dinant and many other cities in fire and the Tommies were making great propaganda of it. Pictures of dead and mutilated little angels traveled around the world, songs were sung about the Tragic History of Jeannette Elisabeth Shrapnell, and countless fresh... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Folk song, composed in the trenches, by Belgian soldiers:
De keizer is ziek (The Kaiser is sick) The Kaiser is sick, He’s got a colic And there’s gas Coming out of his High Ass Hole! What has he got? Trouble, a lot And all too little Petrol! The Kaiser is sick, ‘Cause his rheumathick Gives him great pain And an ugly stain On his right arm Where I’ve... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
His Guardian Angel Speaking:
He waited for me. One two three four five six seven… eight comrades fell into the night and eight long years and even longer he waited for the light to return in his life. He asked himself if he might as well count the stars around the moon. He expected me, he was calling me and I came with my white... Sign in to see full entry.