Weblog - monteny.net

After a lot of work by Linda, a book has been published online with all Dirk's English poetry.
You can order it online here:
http://www.wwaow.com/wwaow/site/bookdetail/?bookid=5442
It contains all english texts on renderosity, his weblog and some others too.

Listen, he said
you will go trough
the tunnel here,
when we push
this needle,
you will feel
a bit warm

I was lying there
flat on my back,
staring at the ceiling
trying not to think
and then I started
to move backwards

inside this machine
something began tumbling
like a washing machine
gone completely wild
and a metalic voice said
no breathing please
so I did, and then
the same voice told me
to breath again
and it all seemed
very foolish

but then the warmth came,
it started in my brain,
I started glowing
all through my body
and I thought WOW
these guys gave me
some fucking XTC,
it all came back

in a flash there was
that absolute feeling
of total peace,
I closed my eyes,
the fluorescent
green chicken wire
of pure MDMA
wrapping my world
into a total bliss
and the white flashes
of the purest white
you've ever seen
on an early morning
were there again

wel, it didn't last
30 seconds later
the glow was gone
and so were
my memories
of the early '90s

Was it OK?
the guy asked me
and I gave him
my broadest smile,
well, you should be
he said, that morphine
sticker will keep
your pain under control

so I thought:
well the cancer
might be bad
but the free drugs
take the edge away
just as they did
so many years ago

In my world
nothing ever
realy changes

Unfortunaly, Dirk Monteny died of cancer on november 4th 2008.
50 years of age is much to young, but he took his faith bravely...

He asked me to keep posting his work "from behound the grave", so keep an eye on his website for new work of this great artist.
http://www.monteny.net
At first I will insert his latest post on Renderosity into this weblog.
He posted several texts on his illness there.

Greetings
Mark (his nephew)

First thing I remembered
Is that my parents
Always seemed to know

And then I noticed
That the butcher seemed to know
And the street sweepers

The cashier, longing for Sunday
The fishermen, the builders
They al seemed to know

And then there were policemen
The politicians, the judges
They certainly seemed to know

The priests, the vicars and rabbis
The mullah and the Buddhist monks
They must be in the know

But me, after fifty years of searching
I can’t even formulate
The right question

See, that’s about all
That I know

Waiting for death
Is like any other day
There is nothing special
Nothing sacred about it

Bored watching the telly
Bored eating your food
Bored with life
Bored with death

Smiling at your dogs
Smiling to your wife
Smiling at life
Smiling at your death

Pensive about the world
Pensive about the news
Reflecting your life
Pondering your demise

Laughing with your cats
Laughing out loud
Laughing at life
Laughing at dead

I never thought
It would be that easy
Days just floating by
Days just being here

You don’t even have to hide
You don’t need to pretend
Time just keeps on coming
Minute after minute
Hour after hour

No matter how many days
No matter how many weeks
No matter how many months
May still come your way

There is nothing special
Nothing sacred about it

Halve a century isn't that bad
Considering the pitfalls on the way

I didn't die in one of the many wars
I wasn't beaten to death in some alley
Floods, earthquakes, volcano's
Hurricanes, tsunamis, you name it
They never ever touched my life

You won't find me in the statistics
Of the millions of fatal traffic accidents
Nor was I the victim of the disastrous
Consequences alcohol or drugs can have

So many things I escaped

Like being born in famine
Or under a dictatorial regime
Or in an orthodox Islamic state
Or with violent, confused parents
Nor was I born mentally handicapped
Or in a family too poor to contemplate

Yeah, like many others here
I have nothing to complain about

But what about the next 50 years

Here are some of the things
I might miss
I guess

Religious wars on a scale
That will make the apocalypse
Look like a Sunday picnic

A planet out of ecological balance
Showing natures total indifference
To men's pathetic cries for help

A world where less and less people
Know more and more and being
Attacked by the many who know nothing
But the indoctrination of the chosen ones
Who proclaim to possess a divine truth

I have been very lucky indeed
And while my light is dimming
I have to confess
I feel lucky once more

I stopped
Counting in years and months
After today
I’ll have to count in months and weeks

The chemo didn’t work
My cancer has grown
And spread out again
Despite the treatment
Not much chance
Of stopping it now

So it was dark news
I had to tell my sister
I had to tell my brother
I had to tell my friends
And here
I’ll have to tell you

We all have a sell-by date
Mine seems to be
Fast approaching

But until then
I’ll keep you updated

And I’m very thankful
For all well wishes
They always make my day
Be they religious or not

Maybe the one good thing
That will come out of stopping
The chemo therapy
Is that I won’t be tired anymore
That I will be able again
To create
To give something back
To all you beautiful people
Out there

I’m an atheist
So I’ll continue
To live my life
As the only one
I will ever have
And recognize
A beautiful day
As a beautiful day
And cherish them

As I stepped outside
Into the sunlight again
It dawned on me

It’s accept, adapt and survive
As it’s always has been

I already had the taste of poison
In the back of my mouth
But it tasted familiar, almost
Friendly

Its like losing an arm or a leg
You still feel like they’re yours
Though you won’t jump that far
Anymore

No need for an afterlife after all
Back to that state of blissful non
Existence, those eons before we we’re
Born

So

I’ll accept, adapt and survive
As an imperative
A duty
To this beautiful
Accident
Of life

I’ll keep at it
Until I’m once again
Nothingness

Then it will be up to you
To go on
To accept, adapt and survive

Towards an ending
Of your own
Choice

What is it for then
If not for breathing

Life slows down
Ever so gently
Every breath we take
Reminds us
Of the mechanism of life

First thing
They hit you
And there you go

A lifetime
Of gasping for air
To keep us going
Directionless
Nowhere

Sometimes
Very rarely
Our breath stops
In front of beauty
And
Or
Horror

It may also falter
In the process
Of creating new
Life

At Times
The breathing
Is heavy
When emotions
Rule your head

We inhale oxygen
To stay here for a while
We inhale marihuana
To get the hell out of here
If only for some
Fleeting moments

I still love the effortlessness
Of the whole process

Life
What is it then for
But to keep on
Breathing

It has been really bad lately
My mind seems to have lost
All purpose or intentions
I even lost control over my tears

Like an animal about to be finished
Unable to fight back or at least flee
My body froze into a static position
Staring at a world without meaning

I have fevers, sweating, shivering
Horrifying dreams telling me to let go
Twenty one pills a day in a stomach attack
I’m not even stable on my feet anymore

But burrowed beneath all this
Is the will to go on and not give in
Linda says I’m sarcastic lately
She’s right, it’s a powerful weapon

Joking about myself and my condition
Even to the extent that others tremble
Seems to do the trick for me, for now
No unwanted tears will kill these words

Last week, for the first time, I was afraid
It turned out to be a wrong mix of drugs
The angst disappeared, and I’m fine again
What an awful life frightened people must live

This may not be my finest hour
These may not be my finest words
But the fact that I’m writing at all
Makes me feel like a victorious
D. Cesar. Monteny

Another day at the hospital
The weather outside is fine
I’m waiting for some chemo
The poison that cures

A pretty young male nurse
Enters with my fluid bag
Ten minutes of salvation
Dripping inside my body

Mister Monteyne: he asks
No, I reply: mister Monteny
That’s right, he said , sorry!
Don‘t! It already happened once

They placed the name tags
On the wrong bags before
By the time I spotted it
The chemo was already flowing

But as luck would have it
We had the same kind of toxic
So it really didn’t matter
Some sloppy work, I guess

How is Mr. Monteyne, I asked
Oh, he died, the nurse replied
Well that’s very convenient
For the both of us here, I said

I wasn’t really mad at the kid
Dead becomes a daily routine
Working on the oncology ward
And just like working in a shelter

Death is as common as life

There’s precious little to say
When your waking hours
Are longing for sleep once more

Nothing really happens at all
If not for the headlines on TV
Convincing you that you’re still alive

It was the week Hugo Claus died
Our greatest Flemish writer ever
And he took the path of euthanasia

A road which might be mine as well
And one I’ve been wondering about
Ever since I knew my battle won’t last

Not for now, I live, I’m in no pain
I embrace every waking second
Of my slightly prolonged existence

But the choice is there, already grinning
At the impossibility of my decision
All the pro’s and contra’s to ponder

There’s one thing I don’t want
And that’s to die in a cold, sterile
hospital room, away from my animals

But to determine the time of my death
That glorious blessing of a final choice
Seems to be to far off into the future

I think events will determine the outcome
As it always does in our daily lives
It think the quality of life will be the judge

These might have been depressing lines
But I’m so glad to live in a country
Where they at least granted me the choice

When enough
Is really enough

I’ve lost a game of chess
Against some silicone chips
A lukewarm, ersatz example
Of what was to follow later on

His body language warned me
It was not going to be good news
Retreated into the back of his chair
He gave me a sobering update

While the cancer in the lung was gone
It had spread out to my adrenal gland
My slight chance of total victory
Had vanished, I was left with a struggle

To the end

Well, I gave myself one day of sorrow
Extending that period for family and friends
After that I picked up my well worn sword
Of reality, optimism and stubbornness

I’ve been cutting some new paths out
An urgency to create being one of them
The luxury of lounging about has gone
So many projects I really want to finish

Before the end

There’s no need for exaggeration though
I might have quite some years ahead of me
But the final outcome is now crystal clear
So I better use my time in an optimal way

The end
Won’t wait

Donna and Fanny looked so beautiful
So happy on this, their wedding day
And everybody was there, their family
Their friends, their colleges from work

How far have we come in such short time
From vicious and cruel discrimination
Over outcries of moral decadence
To physical attacks by homophobes

Thank goodness, society is moving on
Giving all people the right to love
However weird it might seem for some
A marriage is a contract between people

No matter what their gender is

The deep love for each other is real
And so is their right to live together
In a binding legal sense, giving protection
Just as to any other wedded couple

I know some people still see this
As problematic, a schism in society
But just think about it for a while
Doesn’t everybody deserves the joy

Of marriage

I stepped outside the hospital ward
The news hadn’t been that good
One of my adrenal glands was swollen
And I mean BIG, like a mandarin orange

I had to wait for a meeting on Monday
When all specialists working on my case
Would provide answers, the ones I’m hoping for
The ones I’m dreading, the unexpected ones

And Linda looked so sad, almost tearful
Just when she thought the battle was over
Here we were again bracing ourselves
For another round of life or death days

But I watched several people passing me by
They looked dull, and the weather was damp
The sounds of the city were muted and slow
Even the birds looked tiresome, waiting for spring

I wondered what was going on inside of me
Was something there sharpening it’s knives
Undisturbed, without a plan, without a goal
Preparing to commit murder on the body

It depended on