Mortlake – A bottle of water. A chunk of bread. Enough
MORTLAKE (1) * A bottle of water. A chunk of bread. Enough for a trip that only lasts a day shift over …
The clatter of the dyke – It klappen fan ‘e dyk
THE CLATTER OF THE DYKE She hears the clatter of the dyke, sea-bound horse’s small blue eye, trotting on the brick road, …
Pont Mirabeau –
PONT MIRABEAU Ein Nichts waren wir, sind wir, werden wir bleiben, blühend: die Nichts-, die Niemandsrose. From: ‘Psalm’ Paul Celan (Nov. 23th, …
Fury – Woede
FURY * How someone with a charge of hate in his heart, fuse burning, steps into a train, a tram or shop, …
Winter –
Winter Under the wolf moon of a single night the canal shows barely a skin of ice, but still the boasting, blathering …
Ship bird land – Skip, fûgel, lân
Ship bird land ‘Substitute’, The Who Sliced open, my body lay on the coast below the foaming, scud-spitting horizon. I was a …
Westminster Bridge –
. WESTMINSTER BRIDGE With a red point Siamese on his shoulder a solitary man crosses Westminster Bridge and listens while Big Ben …
The drowned flats – Last night I saw the mudflats drowned.
THE DROWNED FLATS for Theunis Piersma Last night I saw …
The misunderstanding, this departure – It misferstân, dit gean
. The misunderstanding, this departure to a painting by Hieronymus Bosch (Crossroads – Eric Clapton) In boot and shoe he stands before …
Europe, the names – Europa, de nammen
EUROPE – THE NAMES It’s crowded on the coasts of Europe. Tourists, drunk in the sea, swim past wreckage from the boat …