Soggy moods
Soggy moods flow out of the eyes of the coffee burned people
Waitin' for the red man to start walking
greenly to the other side of the yellow brick road...
Which witch will wander when red lights are still howling over the rooftops?
The New York second hangs silently between the traffic lights like the ball in the replay in the sports show at the telly.
The masses hold their breath… they see
a playing child crossing without lookin'
a mama with a buggy dropping her handbag
two cyclers peddling a personal contest with their heads between their legs
a fierce fireman wavering between his friend's bar and commitments to mornin' messages
an oldsmobile tryin' to avoid the clash between civilization and plated iron
a mobile phone connectin' people
a billboard flashing the latest traffic safety information
…
Is this too heccetic sahib? Or too much excitements for you, ma'am
I can change this all into Mumbay-style, sir. Have a look:
More colours, bright ones and more people, loads of smiling people, happy smiling people even
with dancers, in shinin' gowns of gold, red, yellow and blue.
and singin', lots of India music sir,
And some dressed up elephants too.
…
Horns howl, breaks squeak, feet trample, my triple espresso with foamed semi skimmed milk is still too hot to drink.
Philip Meersman saw the light at the beginning of the first oil crisis on May 5th, 1971. Born a Taurus, he was destined to sensually love good food, good life, good wine and good sex. And his pursuit has been to experiment with them.
Art for Philip is making love with all senses. In his 3rd year of age you could find Philip in an art school, drawing. 33 years later you could find him in a cage, reciting poetry. He is desperately fond of Hieronymus Bosch, James Ensor, Surrealism, DaDa (the latter since he was a baby) and Zaum. You may not guess, but Philip is almost blind in one eye and has the gift of seeing things more like a picture than in 3D. That is why he loves photography and movies; they are very close to his kind of reality.
Next to writing and creating different forms of art Philip works as a civil servant (where he's not allowed to experiment). He's a true pacifist. He doesn't fight, so he's been beaten up, and now his glasses fit better on a broken nose. He's very naive and a true revolutionary, as long as the fighting is done only with words.
He married on 7/7/7 Rozalina, a Bulgarian beauty and also a Taurus. She's his muse and his Ariadne. She's Philip's constant source of inspiration. Together they follow their mutual thread of love and life.