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Wildpoepen

In Zuid-Korea is net als overal op het noordelijk halfrond de lente uitgebroken. Een paar dagen geleden ging ik met mijn dochter van vijf naar het park. Ik speelde een deuntje op mijn viool en zij danste. We deden een wals, iets mozartachtigs, afgewisseld met ruige, onzuivere klezmer. Zie dit eenvoudige gegeven: park, dochter, muziek, ...

Conversation and Correspondence

It has been said - I heard the physicist Freeman Dyson relating it - that the human urge to converse is akin to the termite's instinct to build castles. Perhaps the truth of this becomes most clear in the edge case of the hermit who converses or corresponds with an imaginary interlocutor. Henry David Thoreau ...

on this day

meet me mean me mood me magic make me surface mask me free mark me present on this day Artwork by Ian Bourgeot

Reading: Death of a friend by Rob van Moppes

Rob van Moppes (b. 1948) is a Dutch writer. I am his friend on social media and discovered this tender song-like poem today, so I decided to include it in my series. Death of a friend We met only two years before. Eyes sparkled when she spoke. We talked about the masks we wore, Considered ...

Reading: Gacela of the Dark Death by Lorca

Lorca (1898-1936) was one of the greatest Spanish poets of the twentieth century. I have read another of his poems here before. Today I read some morbid text I stumbled upon on the Internet. This is a 1973 translation by Robert Bly: Gacela of the Dark Death I want to sleep the sleep of the apples, ...

Clickbait: A thought about Jordan Peterson

Recently, I fell for the hype and listened to some interviews with the Canadian professor of psychology Jordan Peterson. I don't find him controversial and his appeal to a healthy debate bypassing the left-right dichotomy sounds healthy. In the videos I watched, he often stressed scientific and statistical rigor, and I like that. Jordan likes ...

Face

The face of the man who knows he won't be tortured even when his bombs start to go off. His human rights are acute, unlike the human rights of his victims. His smiling face is the face of our own humanity staring back at us.

Oh Queen of Macedonia

Oh Queen of Macedonia we are the symptoms of a molecular joke, so will you dance me the mad dance again with the rage in your flaming hair, the dance you danced that night in the heartened dark behind the market? Will you trace the wild measures until they glow stiff, trapped in the teem ...

Over het falen

Het is een drogredenering: omdat je weet dat iedere impuls tot vitaliteit uiteindelijk zal falen omdat het leven eindigt in het graf, het falen zelf verheffen tot hoogste principe. Nochtans is het voor perfectionisten een logische operatie, omdat zij een eeuwigheidswaarde hechten aan de geldigheid van hun doen en laten. Zij falen in hun studie, ...