slag heaps - the fleeting world; bubbles in a stream

October 14, 2023 Culture of Industry

Up or down the hill?

“Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

Up Jack got, and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper;
Went to bed to mind his head,
With vinegar and brown paper.”

(Samuel Barber in the song Jack and Jill)
Blegny (B)

July 18, 2022 Culture of Industry

Sometimes it’s hard to stay on the track

“I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power, –
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter
in a silent obscurity.”

(R. Tagore in Gitanjali no. 37)
Blegny (B)

April 3, 2020 Still Life

The art of dumping a star

“O powerful western fallen star!
O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul!”

(W. Whitman in When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d)
Ougrée (B)

January 10, 2018 What has been left

Where the winds blow through the industrial remains

"Little wind, blow on the hill-top,
Little wind, blow down the plain;
Little wind, blow up the sunshine,
Little wind, blow off the rain."

(Kate Greenaway, no title, in Under the Window: Pictures & Rhymes for Children)
Seraing (B)

February 26, 2016 Culture of industry - steel industry

Dying landscape

“If the day is done,
if birds sing no more,
if the wind has flagged tired,
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
even as thou hast wrapt the earth
with the coverlet of sleep
and tenderly closed the petals
of the drooping lotus at dusk.”

(R. Tagore from Gitanjali)
Seraing (B)

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Up or down the hill?

Sometimes it’s hard to stay on the track

The art of dumping a star

Where the winds blow through the industrial remains

Dying landscape