Month: december 2017

A dream in the office
they hover over their plastic faces to greet you and shake you with their immaculate prosthetics do not to disturb the raging polyps of trust you came here, dressed in a thin illusion to overdose your mind on fluorescent dayshifts to do jawflips for a crustaceous boss who wanks silently under his desk in the ...
Reading: The Envoy Of Mr. Cogito by Zbigniew Herbert
Today, another Polish giant, Zbigniew Herbert (1924-1998). He has been called the most beloved Polish poet of his day, ahead of Milosz and Szymborska. I read a revolutionary poem set in a key that affects me, a poem about the stubborn messengers of our hollow truth, in a translation by Bogdana Carpenter: The Envoy Of Mr. ...
Transplantatie
Vandaag onderging ik de meest oppervlakkige transplantatie die er bestaat. Een stukje weefsel werd uit mijn verhemelte gesneden en op een tand vastgehecht om zo een stuk mobiel tandvlees te vormen zodat de wortel niet zo blootligt. De tandarts, een specialist op dat gebied, waarschuwde mij dat het een aantal dagen pijn kon doen. Bring ...
Reading: The Harbor by Carl Sandburg
Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) was a very American poet. He wrote a Lincoln biography and was the only poet who spoke for Congress. He was insanely famous in the US so we have to read one of his poems. Her goes: The Harbor Passing through huddled and ugly walls, By doorways where women haggard Looked from ...
Reading: Impossible Friendships by Adam Zagajewski
Adam Zagajewski (b. 1945) is another famous Polish poet. Browsing his poetry, I found this endearing list of impossible friendships, and I quote: Impossible friendships For example, with someone who no longer is, who exists only in yellowed letters. Or long walks beside a stream, whose depths hold hidden porcelain cups—and the talks about philosophy ...
Gedichten ontdekken
Via de Nederlandse website Meandermagazine.net vandaag een aantal positieve verrassingen. Dit gedicht van de in 1936 geboren Harry Vreeswijk: Was getekend In dat huis waar niemand thuis is woont nu ook een vriend van mij moe en mager hij vult zijn tijd met kleurpotlood kijk zei hij, hier kun je een boom in zien of ...
Reading: On The Mountain by John Haines
John Haines (1924-2011) was a poet laureate of Alaska so imagine snow and huskies and winter cabins. I read a poem about a mountain that is praised for its precision. If you've ever walked on a serious mountain, this might remind you: On the mountain We climbed out of timber, bending on the steep meadow ...
Death is not my friend
your grave is paid until the end of the decade when a yellow bulldozer comes rolling on the churchyard gravel somebody is paid to do this, paid. it won't take long, they are discreet your stone becomes the pavement on which children meet or some guy commits a heinous crime and your memory is strung ...
Reading: Skylab by Rolf Jacobsen
Norwegian poet Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994) was a member of the Norwegian national socialist party. What? After the war he was convicted to three and a half years of hard labor. What an asshole! Now, let's look at a poem of his. Could a nazi even feel the same way we do? Skylab We’ve come so ...