The Big Task Is To Make Them Live Peaceful Side By Side, Working Together...

And even if you don't eat your toast, don't drink your tea... The sun WILL come up.

“The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.”

— Rhian Ellis

The successful combination of paintings and lyrics. In a very nice even cheap but superb printed book. "Coffee-table"-quality. And appealing both to readers of literature and for art-lovers. A perfect match... Made in "real-time" cooperation between the polish surrealist and the english-danish writer: Olbinski and Ian Lukins. Worth every penny... Or zloty, if ordered from the polish publisher. A few links: https://www.amazon.in/Olbinski-Ars-picturae-David-Lukins/dp/8375763772/ref=sr_1_1/261-4982674-8155731?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1544792402&sr=1-1&refinements=p_27%3ARafal+Olbinski https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rafał_Olbiński http://syddjurs.lokalavisen.dk/nyheder/2018-10-30/-Et-polsk-Askepot-eventyr-3425513.html http://www.bosz.com.pl/books/626/Olbinski-Ars-picturae-Rafal-Olbinski/ Already presented with readings in Poland, London, -and New York coming up in spring... Googl on! :-) #olbinski #lukins #rafalolbinski #polishsurrealism #englishlyrics #boszart #arspicturae #artbooks #lyrics #olbinski #gogetit #coffeetablebook #masterpiece https://www.instagram.com/p/BrXp8ojHvvP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cbko2maaqocp

It was a perfect sunset. Clear blue sky, very slowly turning darker; just the way we prefer our summer evenings. Light so slowly fading, that it could be mistaken for stubborn wanting to stay. Or it's simply a bit too happy to see itself. Maybe it's human, at least in behavior. Maybe it has noticed how many pictures are taken during its settling. Maybe it looks in a mirror, and admires what it sees. As everybody, or some, or a few, knows and understands, are mirrors reflecting exactly what we want to see. That's the purpose of mirrors in this world. Anyway, while dragging its disappearing behind the horizon a few minutes extra, maybe the horizon being paid to lower itself, some badass misfits of clouds got tired of the going on for hours settling of the sun: So these few clouds gathered in a corner and came up with a plan. Not really for any reason. Just bored with that prolonged perfect summer evening. Without just a hint of a cloud to disturb the picture. But those few rebelclouds decided to *BANG!* show up with as much power and lightdisturbance as possible. They knew they were too few to totally block the sky, (what a wonderful dream!), so they found a spot where they almost could beat the sunset; with concentrated power look like a small explosion. And so they did. Enjoyed the moment of messing up that oh so perfect summer evening. It was fun! Pure joy! If a bit destructive, so be it! So much bigger was their disappointment. And disbelief: When most people looked up; "Ah, look how the sun reflects in those cute clouds, isn't it wonderful?" The clouds got so frustrated and angry. To hell with people and beautiful evenings! Those clouds are on constant alert: One fine day they'll get their revenge! And it won't be nice… For neither people nor sky. Just wait and see! Except it will be too dark to see anything. You just wait… #revenge #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (yes, she's in it too...) #primeiroproximopasso (also him) #angryclouds #summerevening #likeapicture #toomuch #waitingforsomethingtohappen #soboringwiththosehourlongtoendurebeatifulsunsetsthatyouwelcomesomecloudsmakingtheirownsmallrevolution (Usual one-off hashtag)

This photo is very simple. Anyone can just shrug shoulders, think 'ok, quite nice'. Or not: Too easy, too obvious. A sun. Some trees. The sky. A jet plane passing over. That's all. Not much, really. Nothing left for the imagination. No story. Right? Wrong! Very wrong! WHY would I post a good-for-nothing almost boring picture? There IS a reason! That blue dot! See? It's alarming! And very much so! THE BLUE DOT! Feared since the beginning of time… Insanity is certain! It can be the imploding of Facebook, creating a black hole, dragging us all into an unknown dimension. Back to a time before the stone age. Back to an analogue world! Or a sign from an advanced civilisation; revealing us as guinea pigs. Unsatisfied with our slow developing into full digital beings. Whatever: It's the end! Prepare yourself: Escape will only be a futile waste of your last minutes: THE BLUE DOT! Kneel and close your eyes… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #scared #threat #analogue #digitalalert #blue #insanity #theunknown #fear #fearoftheunknown #death #theend #doomsday #closingin #thatbluedotisacertainsignofdoomsdayclosinginlongbeforewearereadybutwewillneverbereadyanywaysowhattheheck

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Words are easily traded and thrown like grenades, Footholds welled deep in trenches of juxtaposition. Our arguments resound like echoes in the hallway, Making any point confused beyond such cognition.

Everyone wants an explanation that makes sense, But it’s only a generalization to what they demand. Something designed to placate their feeble minds, While everything else is considered to be damned.

“Follow the herd,” they stammer twelve rows back, Because few need a leader to fall from their ledge. It’s not sad people would rather be lost than found, As foundations are built from this rot in the dredge.

There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)

Fordelen ved Fiktiv Symbiose.

Fordelen ved Fiktiv Symbiose.

Jeg kniber øjnene hårdt i. Ellers lukker de sig bare langsomt. Lidt i takt med nikkende hovede. Hvis jeg var indianer, ville mit navn være ‘Nikkende Hovede’. Hov? Hvor kom dén indianer fra? Rysten med hele hovedet, kraftigt, så kinder og ører flaprer og min cykel slår med halen for at holde balancen, gør ingen forskel. Nå? Nu er der en indianer og en cykel der måske er en hund. Det må være nok…

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Oh dear. You're not well at all. Those closed eyes… So sad. And obvious. At least to me, as I guess you know. It's a fine mask, sunny and serene. But I know. I see the cracks oozing out fear and desperation. Loss of senses. Just lost. Don't worry. It's me: I will fix you. Save you from all those haunting moments. That tears apart what's left of your mind. I can hear the scratching and crackling in your sore skull. Mirror-like, confined horrors twisting and turning, trying to break you. Shooting sizzling darts at your dissolving horizon. A disease eating moment by moment, until you're left with useless time, locking up yourself in fear of yourself… I'll fix you! You won't feel a thing. Make your mask your mind, just while… Slide out under any persistent moment; go for the sky I'm building, it's safe, trust me! … Right. See now. No, no, not with your eyes. Keep them shut, that's part of the deal. A fair one! Now you can dream. I gave you time! For a dream or two. Go on. Dream away. All the way. (Long version in danish at: https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com ) #mantelmomento #danielmantel #mantelshistorier #udenfilter #choices #mind #badchoices #prose #fiction #realitybites #anofferyoucantrefuse #meandmymind #dreamaway #dontlistentothoseofferingyoutimeanddreamsinsteadofmomentsorthatsatleastmyexperience (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Inside .) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqUpSX_HXQ7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1lmwbuthv2qqf

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Når verden bare bliver rystet, gerne helt vendt på hovedet, ja så daler ned små stykker plastik så yndigt. Smukkere end sne. Uden unødig hvirvlen tilfældigt omkring, den tyktflydende luft er for træg. Hver vind er nedlagt, fladtrykt, med sammenklappede lunger. Den svageste brise er komplet lammet fra top til tå. Selv en stolt god gammel vinterstorm viger for idyllen. For det er resultatet:…

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