Bicycle tracks through flatness

Elements of the Dutch landscape - 12

"We have covered more than 2,000 kilometres. Spatially there is no destination, the landscape stretches continually on, melancholy is setting in. Probably everything will have to be destroyed before the fighting is over.

Another experiment in uncreative writing. I was playing around with Flickr photo comments and suddenly the sensual texts seemed to fit the open Dutch landscape. But so did the grim texts of Operation Barbarossa.

Will a stack of platitudes produce a poem? Will a train-wreck reveal a landscape? It may be kitsch. but some connections I could never invent myself. The mash-up technique seems to work.

"Waiter? - I didn't order the word salad."

Hitland - Capelle aan den IJssel

If the enemy pursues us, he is lost because the further he is from his stores of foodstuffs and arms, and the deeper he advances into a country which has no roads and no supplies . . . the sooner he will be reduced to a pitiful state.

A splendid woman. Excellent macro.

Most erotic and delicious!

You can feel her pleasure! You look like a statue. 

Beautiful lady. Beautiful pose!

Evocative light - superb as always.

Schoonhoven

After days of rain, the flat landscape began to transform into an inescapable bog, which stretched on as far as the eye could see.

Beautiful, I love the rain!

Oh, such a wonderful sharing of feelings!

My favorite way, sweet and delicious.

Must try something like this sometimes.
The grit and grain emphasize roughness.
But not everyone would share with the world.

Hazerswoude

The depth of our penetration into the Soviet Union began to take its toll, and ammunition rationing served as a first indication of the shortages that we were to encounter with disastrous results in future battles.

Lovely position and lovely angle.

Very nice. You're a beautiful woman!

Giving, receiving, feeling such pleasure. 

Nice depth of field. Love it, Lucia!
Is that really raining? Great composition!

A few links somewhat related to the subject
Uncreative Writing - my source of inspiration for this experiment
Operation Barbarossa - Kiev 1941 - David Stahel
Found poetry
Erotic landscape - found while trying to check if anyone else had this idea
Erotic and magic landscape
Erotic landscape

The aporia of windmills

Elements of the Dutch landscape - 11

I don't think it's proving anything, Doc. As a matter of fact, I don't even know what it means. It's just one of those things that gets in my head and keeps rolling around in there like a marble.

I find it impossible to write anything about windmills and about pictures of windmills. When I meet them in the wild I like them. They're friendly giants, remnants of capital, power and technology now enjoying retirement and heritage status. Many of them are still functional and they're lovingly maintained and operated by a modern guild of millers. But it's impossible to add anything original to the already existing context.

Alblasserdam - Kinderdijk

The only thing I could do is to give up and to compose a powerless poem. I used the uncreative writing technique. The poem consists of photo comments found on Flickr and Wired.

The aporia of windmills

Thanks for sharing your memories.
Nicely controlled!
Where is it? It's rubbish.

How about photos more striking than these?

Hekendorp

Did you use a filter?
I think I got an orgasm.
This was supposed to be art.

I hope we have some clouds tomorrow.

Schoonhoven - Polsbroek

The gates of Heaven, silky and powerful.
 Boring as watching paint dry.

My kind of scene, a beauty indeed.
Stunning my friend.

Hazerswoude

A fantastic feeling of freedom inside, a hopeful, magical day.

This is fantastic, I love the title, too much to learn.

Golden moments. La differenza.

Magistral saludos. Great work Wally.

Hazerswoude

Terrible concept. Bad execution.
I think I prefer the first one this time.

Outstanding work, magical scene.

You've done it again!

Alblasserdam

These hipster photos, how is this news?
Over the top, I miss the ocean.

References

Aporia

Aporia

Uncreative writing