Fred Bervoets







Art Deco: Tropisch Instituut Antwerpen








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Edvard Grieg

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Blake's dream

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Once a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say:

'Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me.'

Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied, 'What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night?

'I am set to light the ground, While the beetle goes his round: Follow now the beetle's hum; Little wanderer, hie thee home!'



Emily Bronte


“If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results”, 30 July 1818


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Love's Cure-all


Moliere's "The Imaginary Invalid" (French: Le malade imaginaire) is a farcical play about a hypochondriac who is so obsessed with his health and money that he ends up neglecting his family.

It premiered on 10 February 1673 at the Théâtre du Palais-Royal in Paris and was originally choreographed by Pierre Beauchamp.



Photo: Konstantin Stanislavski as Argan in Molière's The Imaginary Invalid (Le Malade imaginaire) at the Moscow Art Theatre in 1913.

Note: There are diseases that give the impression of being imaginary while they are the result of constant stress.
Stress can be sometimes the result of living with people you have helped immensely who want you to drive out of the house.
Living several months without toilet, shower and entrance,
and constant harassment, are not good for one's health.


One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest


Un petit criminel est envoyé dans un hôpital psychiatrique pour être évalué. Il pense avoir trouvé là une façon de passer le temps tranquillement loin de la population carcérale, mais il réalise qu’il n’a fait qu’échanger une prison pour une autre. McMurphy est un élément perturbateur qui n’accepte pas de suivre les règles des autres. Il va donc tenter de diminuer l’influence de l’infirmière en chef Ratched.



Different kisses





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Jealousy: Shakespeare's Othello


Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger,
But, oh, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts— suspects, yet soundly loves!



Photo: James Earl Jones as Othello and Julienne Marie as Desdemona, New York Shakespeare Festival – 1964

Ernest Hemingway


He was feeling a strange tight feeling inside himself and he was seeing things. He saw broad fields sloping away and he smelt the odor of bacon being fried early in the morning. He heard the pounding that thoroughbred horses’ hoofs make as they sweep down in a pack toward a fence and he saw that glimpse of a pleasant country that a man gets as he is on rises over a fence full in a pounding gallop. He saw a big square bed with linen sheets and a small boy tucked in the bed listening while someone sat on the bed and stroked his head and talked to him. And he saw a small boy rising early in the morning and going downstairs to start out across the frost-rimmed fields with his dog and his gun.

“The Blind Man’s Christmas Eve,” Ernest Hemingway, December 1923.


Thus on the eighty-fifth day, Santiago sets out alone, taking his skiff far onto the Gulf Stream. He sets his lines and, by noon of the first day, a big fish that he is sure is a marlin takes his bait. Unable to pull in the great marlin, Santiago instead finds the fish pulling his skiff. Two days and two nights pass in this manner, during which the old man bears the tension of the line with his body. Though he is wounded by the struggle and in pain, Santiago expresses a compassionate appreciation for his adversary, often referring to him as a brother. He also determines that because of the fish's great dignity, no one will be worthy of eating the marlin.

On the third day of the ordeal, the fish begins to circle the skiff, indicating his tiredness to the old man. Santiago, now completely worn out and almost in delirium, uses all the strength he has left in him to pull the fish onto its side and stab the marlin with a harpoon, ending the long battle between the old man and the tenacious fish. Santiago straps the marlin to the side of his skiff and heads home, thinking about the high price the fish will bring him at the market and how many people he will feed.

While Santiago continues his journey back to the shore, sharks are attracted to the trail of blood left by the marlin in the water. The first, a great mako shark, Santiago kills with his harpoon, losing that weapon in the process. He makes a new harpoon by strapping his knife to the end of an oar to help ward off the next line of sharks; in total, five sharks are slain and many others are driven away. But the sharks kept coming, and by nightfall the sharks have almost devoured the marlin's entire carcass, leaving a skeleton consisting mostly of its backbone, its tail and its head. Finally reaching the shore before dawn on the next day, Santiago struggles on the way to his shack, carrying the heavy mast on his shoulder. Once home, he slumps onto his bed and falls into a deep sleep.

A group of fishermen gather the next day around the boat where the fish's skeleton is still attached. One of the fishermen measures it to be 18 feet (5.5 m) from nose to tail. Tourists at the nearby café mistakenly take it for a shark. Manolin, worried during the old man's endeavor, cries upon finding him safe asleep. The boy brings him newspapers and coffee. When the old man wakes, they promise to fish together once again. Upon his return to sleep, Santiago dreams of his youth—of lions on an African beach.

“The Old Man and the Sea”, Ernest Hemingway, 1951






Get up, stand up, Don’t give up the fight


Combat the murder that is war:

There are people who would make war, there are other people who would not make war: