Mosaïques

Mosaïque

In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,

I labour by singing light …”

(Dylan Thomas in In my craft or sullen art)

Namur (B)

Entrance to the school for writing errors

Entrance to the school for writing errors

And these I see, these sparkling eyes,
These stores of mystic meaning, these young lives,
Building, equipping like a fleet of ships, immortal ships,
Soon to sail out over the measureless seas,
On the soul's voyage.

Only a lot of boys and girls?
Only the tiresome spelling, writing, ciphering classes?
Only a public school?
Ah more, infinitely more.

(W. Whitman in Song of democracy)
Namur (B)

Blocks and Balls

Blocks and Balls

“Ev’rybody’s building the big ships and the boats
Some are building monuments
Others, jotting down notes
Ev’rybody’s in despair
Ev’ry girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Ev’rybody’s gonna jump for joy …”

(Bob Dylan in Quinn the Eskimo)
Liège (B)

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