Uwe Crest @uwecrest.com · 25/08/2026The second, by Hans Andreus (the 'poet of light'), translates to: 'The light loses its face so quickly that I think it doesn't have one. / I also do not know how I live.' Perhaps, the perfect commentary on losing track of time and reality during the creative process. (3/3) 181 8
Uwe Crest @uwecrest.com · 25/08/2026The first poem, by Bert Schierbeek (influenced by Henry Miller), translates to: 'as himself / so nothing happens / in complete visual standstill / it is also audible / it screams in his head.' A near quiet capture of the internal noise when staring at a blank page. (2/3) 100 1
Uwe Crest @uwecrest.com · 22/08/2026Headed out here in August to untangle a crucial chapter and clear my head. 250 5