Month: april 2018

Reading: Harbach 1944 by János Pilinszky
János Pilinszky (1921-1981) was an Hungarian poet who served in the Hungarian army in the Second World War. His work has been translated by Ted Hughes and János Csokits. Warning: I read a very dark and graphic poem:
Dinsdagcolumn
Voor het eerst sinds een jaar heb ik, volgens mijn eigen berekeningen, gisteren mijn maandagcolumn gemist. Vanmorgen leek het er even op dat onze rakettenman Kim Jong-Un dat ter ore is gekomen, want we werden wakker van het oorverdovende geluid van overvliegende straaljagers, langer dan gewoonlijk in deze contreien. What is that noise, zei mijn ...
Oh great people, great healthy people
Oh great people, great healthy people with bosoms abulge and necks like reeds I want to like the fire of empathy that burns on your cheeks I want to write in the wake of your perfect gait I want to abide your teeth, carnivorous and straight I want to bury my envy at your feet, ...
Protecting the Rain Forest
I want to protect the rain forest. I want the rain forest to exist, so I can protect it. The good and the bad face us in cinematographic reality. I still want to protect the rain forest for love of the unknown. For birds I will never see. For their emerald eggs. For all I ...
A belief is all we have
A belief is all we have to hold on to, some warmth weaning us for darker times when we thicket each other's softest spots, make our fingers lost and blow weightless snow in each other's faces when we make chocolate gestures, blanket soft talk in some rearrangement of tired starlight
Morning Routine
I have the best morning routine. It's an exceptional morning routine. It's quick and new and 'smart'. You do this morning routine, it will blow people out of the water. They'll never see it coming! It's the number one routine. The absolute best. There is a healthy brain guru named Jim Kwik who is peddling ...
I ride a subway train
I ride a subway train, home-bound There are empty seats; I feel a cool breeze. Two rhinoceroses walk by I think: my wife and I.
Zijn prinsesjes schoon?
Miru, ik heb tijdens jouw opvoeding listen ingezet. Wanneer je niet wilde luisteren toen het tijd was om onder de douche te gaan, heb ik gepoogd je middels cognitieve dissonatie op andere gedachten te brengen. Ofwel je te mindfucken, zoals de volksmond zegt. Je wil zoals de meeste meisjes graag een prinsesje zijn en verandert ...
The Playground
The chubby boy points his toy gun at another boy His great grandfather fought in the war. This is not a guess. I am sure. His great grandmother was maybe a comfort lady to the invaders. But his gun is only made of plastic. He will be forgotten. I look at the boys. I see ...