<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:27:02.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>train journeys</title><subtitle type='html'>a site which features the collected words from commuters in the netherlands. inspired by exquisite corpse technique, passengers add their own words having seen only the last line of the previous passenger's entry.
&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114468719646404725</id><published>2006-04-10T18:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:55:44.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDEO</title><content type='html'>this is a short clip i made with text from the passenger/contributors overlapped over footage of the train, with audio from one of the train journey stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pzwart2.wdka.hro.nl/~asamson/video/trainStories320_256.mov"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sketchbook.ideacritik.com/imgs/train_video_img.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114468719646404725?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pzwart2.wdka.hro.nl/~asamson/video/trainStories320_256.mov' title='VIDEO'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114468719646404725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114468719646404725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/video.html' title='VIDEO'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114381057091997082</id><published>2006-03-31T15:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:22:02.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>30.03.2006 [midnight hours special]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tiny dwarf chasing a rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;the tiny dwarf is not that fast&lt;br /&gt;so he get his shotgun and shot the rabbit in his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;then he got on a train back home &lt;br /&gt;to Amsterdam, via Tootring, Liverpool Street, &lt;br /&gt;Stanstead, Warwick before finally arriving in&lt;br /&gt;den Haag Centraal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;02:00 and still on my way home. I was expecting to be home&lt;br /&gt;much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;My friends were already waiting for me in the Monza, a nightclub&lt;br /&gt;in Utrecht.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get there, have a couple of drinks and dance the night away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;Might go on an on even if I am the only one.&lt;br /&gt;And then home&lt;br /&gt;Finding Sara Homes&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming her all the way to Maputo, Mozambique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where's the boat, she would ask&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got the slightest idea, but...&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if trouble's on it's way with the&lt;br /&gt;giant crab&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if trouble is on it's way with the giant crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114381057091997082?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114381057091997082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114381057091997082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/30032006-midnight-hours-special.html' title='30.03.2006 [midnight hours special]'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114336949224343588</id><published>2006-03-26T12:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:38:12.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>25.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in to a mass of chaotic relations &amp; ambition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;he started to feel good about the job&lt;br /&gt;after a few days he contacted the company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he told his supervisor that his wife died but her &lt;br /&gt;death wasn't natural. He told his supervisor that&lt;br /&gt;he thought that his wife had an affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she was nearly every weekend away&lt;br /&gt;she didn't tell him where she was &lt;br /&gt;isn't life a great mystery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;of course it is; that's what makes life&lt;br /&gt;interesting, worth living and fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;this journey, for instance, is one big mystery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;human life is the biggest mystery.&lt;br /&gt;we are born, we live, we die and we&lt;br /&gt;go out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for years and finally were fed up with trains and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;stories of a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;all those lives and stories on public transport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; are not all connected. they differ from each other and the &lt;br /&gt;people behind these stories don't know each other. still, i believe&lt;br /&gt;that there must be some kind of coherence, something that keeps them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;otherwise she was doomed to travel alone. we ran to&lt;br /&gt;the train, the conductor blew on his whistle. she was&lt;br /&gt;just on time, he missed it. what do we have to do now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;as peter was left behind we decided to get off the train.&lt;br /&gt;at this station we called him by public phone to meet there.&lt;br /&gt;half an hour later we fortunately were recruited for our trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with the whole family we went to&lt;br /&gt;keukenhof, we loved the tulips and &lt;br /&gt;the daffodils. later we had a lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be looked at and never touched, felt, or tasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;but were going to change that! today! at the moment&lt;br /&gt;we're on our way to a nice cafe in lovely utrecht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this is what the beautiful papua woman in front of &lt;br /&gt;me is up to. in an hour she will have an interview&lt;br /&gt;about her hometown new guinea papua. her roots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was in africa, but during her life she already had seen&lt;br /&gt;many countries, she had travelled through australia, america, and&lt;br /&gt;asia, but the most beautiful country was south-africa, where wildlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;is one of the most important features. the reason i didn't &lt;br /&gt;go there for my internship was the safety. i do hope that &lt;br /&gt;in the future all the people will be treated the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but some people need different treatment,&lt;br /&gt;for example stand up for elderly people in the train &lt;br /&gt;and always keep a door open for a lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114336949224343588?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114336949224343588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114336949224343588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/25032006.html' title='25.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114316592401106602</id><published>2006-03-24T02:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T03:05:24.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which makes him look like an indoctrinated evangelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;his mother always thought, he's misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;all she could see, was a little sad boy without friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;why don't you have any friends asked she&lt;br /&gt;the boy went on sobbing and shrugged...&lt;br /&gt;'i don't know i can't read people's minds'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i wondered who does... well, whatever. It's too late and I'm too tired&lt;br /&gt;to think about stuff like that. What I'm really interested in, right now, is&lt;br /&gt;going to bed and see what happens tonight. I hope I'll have sweet dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;you dream that you are traveling in a train, and a girl asks you&lt;br /&gt;to write a part of a story. And you write&lt;br /&gt;so the girl likes to travel by train to meet a stranger in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and she wonders where the f*ck is her wallet?&lt;br /&gt;because how is she supposed to pay the train without any cash&lt;br /&gt;and how will I ever reach my destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which makes him look like an indoctrinated evangelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Although he kept his own characteristics&lt;br /&gt;He started to behave in accordance with the rules applied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so he got a normal life, and he starts working at the &lt;br /&gt;Royal Navy Marine Corps and became a Drill Sergeant&lt;br /&gt;But because of the characteristics he needed for the job he got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a thorough examination from various psychiatrists who&lt;br /&gt;diagnosed him as a potentially obese fashion victim.&lt;br /&gt;Although he kept stating that he never cared for aesthetics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;But I do. Tonight I have made with a group of people&lt;br /&gt;a plan for an animal friendly garden&lt;br /&gt;we planned beautiful flowers for butterflies, trees for birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lakes and rivers for fish and nice cottages for people to live in&lt;br /&gt;as we grew weary of city life. We had been commuting&lt;br /&gt;for years and finally were fed up with trains and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114316592401106602?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114316592401106602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114316592401106602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/23032006.html' title='23.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114311797741287699</id><published>2006-03-23T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:46:17.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>22.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be a true individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;but is anybody really an individual?&lt;br /&gt;are we not just All the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As we all long for the same things in life&lt;br /&gt;To be young, loved and able to buy stuff&lt;br /&gt;We are nothing but consumers of oxygen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although there are a lot of people who&lt;br /&gt;do not share that opinion, serious and &lt;br /&gt;knowledgeable do. Oxygen is all there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;on this planet on the other side of the solar system. So the creatures living&lt;br /&gt;on this planet had to adapt to a life without food or drinks.&lt;br /&gt;They had to import these things from neighbouring planets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because of the intergalactic tax, the thing cost more than&lt;br /&gt;anyone could afford. They had to be put in museums only &lt;br /&gt;to be looked at and never touched, felt, or tasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a deadly grin, then offer you some Mini BIFIS, you accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;You don't really know what Mini BIFIS are, but you open your hands&lt;br /&gt;and wait with baited breath for what is to come. She opens her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;forgotten cabinet of memories and realises that ex-&lt;br /&gt;periences, persons and feelings that she hasn't thought&lt;br /&gt;of in years, all of a sudden come up. Does it have to do with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the pink bunny that popped up out of my hat? That&lt;br /&gt;sure was a funny experience! Anyway, I better continue &lt;br /&gt;what I was doing because otherwise I'll be far too late.&lt;br /&gt;And that would be a real shame, because of all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;people in the room has one in there hand to &lt;br /&gt;get busy with. But the trick that they pult was &lt;br /&gt;very simple. The coin had to be round and licht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that it would be easy to carry it with him.&lt;br /&gt;He looked outside the window and saw &lt;br /&gt;a tiny dwarf chasing a rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114311797741287699?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114311797741287699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114311797741287699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/22032006.html' title='22.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114311786256508497</id><published>2006-03-23T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:44:22.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>21.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be a true individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I'm going to my friend tonight&lt;br /&gt;it will be fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Betting here and cooking dinner&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited going on vacation next week&lt;br /&gt;After dinner tonight, I'll pack my backpack AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Than I get on the train and go to a long trip&lt;br /&gt;I want to see something new. I'm kind of bored here.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for all the new excitement that I'll go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;Especially this night. On this train. Opposite of this woman.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the left pink sock and the right red one.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what happens in the next tunnel - here in Holland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not like they have the real tunnels, because they go &lt;br /&gt;underground or under bridge and not through mountains&lt;br /&gt;like the real tunnels in Austria. Something always happens there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which makes him look like an indoctrinated evangelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;that brings his vacuum cleaner in the train,&lt;br /&gt;a train, thus, full of mystery, ready for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a lawyer, like me, preparing the case due for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;forgetting time and place, missing her station&lt;br /&gt;but that's alright, because when she reaches the next station, unexpectedly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bad for me is this the first time i am going &lt;br /&gt;with the train. i find it really scary bad i &lt;br /&gt;am going to the biggest station in the Netherlands i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;That was what he was thinking of, but she never&lt;br /&gt;realised that the train&lt;br /&gt;had to stop. At the same time a woman decided&lt;br /&gt;to park her bicycle very close to a small building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here she saw a porthole, that went to another world. A&lt;br /&gt;world of forces &amp; flows, where ones body was free from all&lt;br /&gt;inertia. 'mmm' she thought 'no fuck it' I love it here on&lt;br /&gt;earth where there is punky sluts, amphetamines &amp; beer&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying right here, even though I'm disintegrating&lt;br /&gt;in to a mass of chaotic relations &amp; ambition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114311786256508497?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114311786256508497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114311786256508497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/21032006.html' title='21.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114252236866929015</id><published>2006-03-16T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:35:21.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>16.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the end you always loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;but then, you look around&lt;br /&gt;and when never expected...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Too much in life and always thing positive,&lt;br /&gt;aim high, work towards your aim to achieve&lt;br /&gt;what your aim and remember to set up your priorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thinking whether to go study or&lt;br /&gt;to put time in one of all your other projects.&lt;br /&gt;Like having a drink with your friends or go work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;and when you go home you sit in the train&lt;br /&gt;thinking about your busy day and then you just start &lt;br /&gt;talking to the nice person who sits next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who just so happens to be the infamous "Monster of Dusseldorf".&lt;br /&gt;Renowned for their calculating murderous ways. They smile&lt;br /&gt;a deadly grin, then offer you some Mini BIFIS, you accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the end you always loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;in this uncivilised capitalism.&lt;br /&gt;So what we need is to civilise the capitalist system in order to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;have a nice conversation with Mr. Bush.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can talk about terrorism or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;should we consider more important subjects like annoying&lt;br /&gt;people with mobile phones. No, lets not complain. I like sleeping&lt;br /&gt;in the train. It's funny how people around you start sleeping as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;On the faces you can see what they are dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Some had a nightmare. They are &lt;br /&gt;sweating and look afraid. What's wrong?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh no, the train is going so fast! Does it stop in time.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get to the next station.&lt;br /&gt;Will the train stop or is it just getting farther?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114252236866929015?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114252236866929015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114252236866929015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/16032006.html' title='16.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114246638667471741</id><published>2006-03-16T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:20:37.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;This train tonight is empty, it's pretty boring, but&lt;br /&gt;when I look out of the window it's beautiful, especially&lt;br /&gt;when it's dark. I think I love the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when the full moon floats&lt;br /&gt;in the dark night the world&lt;br /&gt;gleams in that mysterious light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;In that light I see myself. It is&lt;br /&gt;a "me" that I have never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;It frightens me and at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I realise that I couldn't escape. There was only&lt;br /&gt;one thing that I can do and that was&lt;br /&gt;going back and face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My emotions were all mixed up&lt;br /&gt;so I ran away as fast as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Driver! I shouted, it's you and me tonight*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;*last line by Leonard Cohen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114246638667471741?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114246638667471741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114246638667471741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/15032006.html' title='15.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114194916934096351</id><published>2006-03-10T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:06:09.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>09.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Is it lack of imagination that makes us come&lt;br /&gt;to imagined places,&lt;br /&gt;not just stay at home?"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't love to stay at home so I go out.&lt;br /&gt;I love to go to the clubs and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very happy person and love to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;So aren't we all these days? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;not so relevant. I'm driving reverse now&lt;br /&gt;and I really love to go reverse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's why I always travel with &lt;br /&gt;the train when you travel by plane&lt;br /&gt;you need to travel with your head foreward. That's not fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Straight going to the place to be!&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise you're going to lose me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Questions of Travel&lt;/span&gt; by Elizabeth Bishop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114194916934096351?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114194916934096351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114194916934096351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/09032006.html' title='09.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114194729507760002</id><published>2006-03-10T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:07:44.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>08.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"It was time for us to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Our money was now running quite low.&lt;br /&gt;We lugged our wretched baggage through the station."*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was so old and used we had to watch nothing would fall out&lt;br /&gt;otherwise we'd be in real big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer was already complaining of hunger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"&gt;She wondered how long they could keep on walking.&lt;br /&gt;In two hours the sun would be high on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;By then, they would have to find some way to hide from the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it was almost impossible, and they were running&lt;br /&gt;out of time. They also hadn't much water and energy left&lt;br /&gt;so they had to make a plan to hide from the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and they searched for a banana tree to collect &lt;br /&gt;the leaves of the tree and use them as an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately they couldn't find an appropriate tree, so they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;came together and had a meeting. The leader said:&lt;br /&gt;"the youngest of the group should pick a tree". After &lt;br /&gt;choosing the kick off was made of a great tree-house. On the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;other hand a tree house really sounded well. Sitting&lt;br /&gt;in a high old oak would be nice. Better than&lt;br /&gt;sitting wet in a crowded train. It would be so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"&gt;to be able to come to my work with my car&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I hadn't take that job&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't I would probably be very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then I realised, having done it, I'd better learn to cope.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to see a couple of people.&lt;br /&gt;i had been told they had suffered similar problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My problem is that I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;I like to sit in my chair with a bottle of wine.&lt;br /&gt;I like to dream about the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Sustainability is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ogether &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verybody &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;chieve &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ork = TEAM&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the place to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it's raining outside. I don't like this&lt;br /&gt;weather. Can you boy an umbrella for me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"&gt;Why don't you think so!&lt;br /&gt;I think that she is right.&lt;br /&gt;So just get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's why I made some new plans for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;First there will be a big party on Friday&lt;br /&gt;and after the hangover on Saturday, I'll prepare a dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess I should try to make something fancy&lt;br /&gt;That's usually a good way to impress the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a little Jamie Oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;But nothing like a Big Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Oliver like nothing but the big Jamie&lt;br /&gt;Jamie like nothing but little Oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"&gt;Then Oliver suddenly remembered he had a&lt;br /&gt;champions league match to watch with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;What should he do? Watch the match or go on the date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To ease his nerves, he went to the fridge for a soda&lt;br /&gt;but the highly spirited sparkled juice did not do the trick this time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh why not, he left his front door and walked to the zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Touring the zoo, he enjoyed the giraffes the most. Walking&lt;br /&gt;around through all the separate areas he was watching&lt;br /&gt;the families with their kids and wondered what would be one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On the Road&lt;/span&gt; - Jack Kerouac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114194729507760002?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114194729507760002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114194729507760002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/08032006.html' title='08.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114179761771201855</id><published>2006-03-08T06:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:45:21.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>07.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"and as many hours the beauties of traveled sleep&lt;br /&gt;secret passageways opening into misplaced&lt;br /&gt;paradises, I came here to meet you [...]"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But after all you didnt' show up...&lt;br /&gt;Why? I realise we only met once&lt;br /&gt;But is that a reason not to be here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"&gt;But to be there&lt;br /&gt;Away from our loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Who we miss so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where was you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Although the superficial sense of seeing alone,&lt;br /&gt;will not be enough to stick around in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;The hint of a smile, or twinkling of an eye will last much longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On Waking&lt;/span&gt; - David Brinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Is it lack of imagination that makes us come&lt;br /&gt;to imagined places,&lt;br /&gt;not just stay at home?"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But what's wrong with staying home&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with staying home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;There is something wrong with it: you will not become inspired.&lt;br /&gt;If you meet strange people. They offer innovative ideas.&lt;br /&gt;What is your contribution with regard to the society?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to vote.&lt;br /&gt;Make a movie.&lt;br /&gt;What time will you eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I eat this evening at a birthday party at 20:00.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why the boy opposite me was not asked to fill this form...&lt;br /&gt;That's why I give it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Questions of Travel&lt;/span&gt; by Elizabeth Bishop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114179761771201855?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114179761771201855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114179761771201855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/07032006.html' title='07.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114147785445750729</id><published>2006-03-04T14:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:40:55.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>02.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Is it lack of imagination that makes us come&lt;br /&gt;to imagined places,&lt;br /&gt;not just stay at home?"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if home is&lt;br /&gt;where we feel at home&lt;br /&gt;why go people travelling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;Because they want to go from A to B &lt;br /&gt;Is travelling by train their favourite option?&lt;br /&gt;It depends on if the NS let their trains depart on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If it departs on time, you will get there.&lt;br /&gt;If not, you will stay here and wait on the next.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what you are going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm going to Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;There I hope to have a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;To be fresh &amp; fruity the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Questions of Travel&lt;/span&gt; by Elizabeth Bishop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114147785445750729?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114147785445750729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114147785445750729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/02032006.html' title='02.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114129488471765661</id><published>2006-03-02T11:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:34:27.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>01.03.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"pinda zat op spoorwegbaan&lt;br /&gt;daar kwam juist een treintje aan&lt;br /&gt;pinda keek niet uit helaas"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"&gt;kwam treintje net&lt;br /&gt;niet tegen pinda aan.&lt;br /&gt;Uiteindelijk keek pinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heel geschrokken en verbaasd.&lt;br /&gt;Hij wist niet wat er was gebeurd&lt;br /&gt;Hij probeerde te ontdekken wat er precies was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;In zijn gedachten probeerde hij te bedenken&lt;br /&gt;wat er in haar omging op dat moment&lt;br /&gt;stopte de trein en stapte ze uit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ze liep naar de supermarkt om wat&lt;br /&gt;eten te kopen en at het vervolgens op.&lt;br /&gt;toen liep ze verder door de lange straat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ze was in gedachten verzonken.&lt;br /&gt;Ze was vol van de voorbije 5 dagen.&lt;br /&gt;Hoe hij geen aandacht had voor haar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114129488471765661?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114129488471765661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114129488471765661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/01032006.html' title='01.03.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114116485671560157</id><published>2006-02-28T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:36:38.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>28.02.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"[...]En gij stoot overal der dingen oppervlak&lt;br /&gt;een spiegel van uw eenzaamheid&lt;br /&gt;een teller van uw korte reis"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"&gt;alleen een beetje moe leuk om te reizen&lt;br /&gt;koud en gezellig in Rotterdam Centraal Station&lt;br /&gt;trein lekker op tijd geen vertraging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;ik zit nu in de trein&lt;br /&gt;ik ben te laat&lt;br /&gt;wil nu zo snel mogelijk naar huis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maar het was me wel een dagje hoor&lt;br /&gt;jammer, dat onze liefdes er niet bij waren&lt;br /&gt;leuke mensen gezien en bumpers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bumpers had degene die dit hierboven heeft geschreven&lt;br /&gt;alle ouders waren weg&lt;br /&gt;gelukkig leek ze zeker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Het Dorp&lt;/span&gt; door Paul van Ostaijen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Is it lack of imagination that makes us come&lt;br /&gt;to imagined places,&lt;br /&gt;not just stay at home?"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"&gt;but why would you go home?&lt;br /&gt;if you can't decide in one day&lt;br /&gt;you can't decide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;still dreaming about a car&lt;br /&gt;sleek, agressive, full of power&lt;br /&gt;a car is a car is a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so that's what he said to me and then I&lt;br /&gt;replied:"Why are you talking about a car when the &lt;br /&gt;only thing I want to know is"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why I'm to busy for something to pop-up&lt;br /&gt;Pesei guy a tarda asina pa scibi tres zin&lt;br /&gt;Hoy voy a dormir con mi novio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Questions of Travel&lt;/span&gt; by Elizabeth Bishop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114116485671560157?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114116485671560157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114116485671560157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/28022006.html' title='28.02.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114116442236444175</id><published>2006-02-28T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:09:10.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>24.02.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"pinda zat op spoorwegbaan&lt;br /&gt;daar kwam juist een treintje aan&lt;br /&gt;pinda keek niet uit helaas"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook;"&gt;nu is hij bij sinterklaas&lt;br /&gt;in het hiernamaals&lt;br /&gt;hoe com in hier weg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;ik verveel me dood!&lt;br /&gt;ik moet eens nieuwe muziek op mijn mp3-speeler zetten!&lt;br /&gt;ik val bijna in slaap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nog twee stations en dan weer in amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;waar gaan we dan hier?&lt;br /&gt;naar huis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ik ben op weg naar mijn broer in amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;waar ik samen met mijn zus een kleine familie&lt;br /&gt;reunie hoor te beleven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;elke laatse vrijdag van januari, reunie van de HAVO&lt;br /&gt;op weg naar amsterdam!&lt;br /&gt;mijn vriend is soldaat en gaat 6 maanden naar bosnie :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114116442236444175?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114116442236444175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114116442236444175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/24022006.html' title='24.02.2006'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114013721014403091</id><published>2006-02-17T01:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:11:31.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>16.02.2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Is it lack of imagination that makes us come&lt;br /&gt;to imagined places,&lt;br /&gt;not just stay at home?"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Traveling in space&lt;br /&gt;go to the beach&lt;br /&gt;have a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;Eat lots of meat&lt;br /&gt;don't ever be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Do what you fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or act like you dare to do it&lt;br /&gt;Try to listen to your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Do what you like to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Write love songs for your own heart&lt;br /&gt;Sing it to me&lt;br /&gt;Sing it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Is it lack of imagination that makes us come&lt;br /&gt;to imagined places,&lt;br /&gt;not just stay at home?"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why go to the bookstore?&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way to Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;2 days later she showed me the picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;I didn't expect this. I frightened me, &lt;br /&gt;because now it was clear I didn't know who she really was.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she could tell me who she really was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She said 'it does not matter'.&lt;br /&gt;I did not agree &lt;br /&gt;who she was and what she trying to tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just couldn't really understand. She was &lt;br /&gt;speaking loud and clear to me and i'm &lt;br /&gt;sure her pronounciation was ok. She was speaking words but no language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Questions of Travel&lt;/span&gt; by Elizabeth Bishop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114013721014403091?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114013721014403091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114013721014403091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/16022005.html' title='16.02.2005'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463432.post-114004456423430232</id><published>2006-02-15T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:46:34.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[15.02] rotterdam-amsterdam evening rush hour...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Driver! I shouted, it's you and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;let's run away from this big city&lt;br /&gt;to a smaller city more suitable to the heart*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where I can be myself&lt;br /&gt;and shout when i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;to a city with more space and kindness&lt;br /&gt;where we can be free&lt;br /&gt;to live life to the fullest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is to live life at its best&lt;br /&gt;not a life's motto for the majority of people&lt;br /&gt;that is, judging by the faces of the passengers in this train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a pretty extraordinary and amazing happening.&lt;br /&gt;Over here, a man i studying his Bible&lt;br /&gt;which makes him look like an indoctrinated evangelist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Driver! I shouted, it's you and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;let's run away from this big city&lt;br /&gt;to a smaller city more suitable to the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cause it's true what they say,&lt;br /&gt;size does matter!&lt;br /&gt;to a place where everybody knows your name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;is what the old man kindly said&lt;br /&gt;even though we both realized&lt;br /&gt;that we would have to face a lot of problems getting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;every day is a day&lt;br /&gt;open open open&lt;br /&gt;grow or go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;or go your own way.&lt;br /&gt;Be a true individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Driver! I shouted, it's you and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;let's run away from this big city&lt;br /&gt;to a smaller city more suitable to the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where we can settle down for a while,&lt;br /&gt;and then might discover&lt;br /&gt;the true meaning of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times;"&gt;And when we've found it, &lt;br /&gt;not a second sooner,&lt;br /&gt;everything we wanted will be ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ALL We Desire We Shall Take&lt;br /&gt;With Might, Tactic or Thievery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Neither strength nor tactic minds can save you&lt;br /&gt;The more power we gain the more you suffer&lt;br /&gt;At the end you loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;*first three lines by Leonard Cohen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22463432-114004456423430232?l=journeysbytrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114004456423430232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463432/posts/default/114004456423430232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeysbytrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/1502-rotterdam-amsterdam-evening-rush.html' title='[15.02] rotterdam-amsterdam evening rush hour...'/><author><name>audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13602561306900633412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='9' src='http://www.emergencybiennale.org/ideacritik.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
