The venerated veal reared to reveal a real venereal ordeal.
Reading: A Dirge by Thomas Merton
Thomas Merton (1915-1968) was an American poet and Trappist monk in Kentucky who published over 70 books including a very popular autobiography. I selected a poem about the victims of war (Merton was a social activist) because I like its powerful language: A dirge Some one who hears the bugle neigh will know How cold ...
In haar beschouwelijke kerstboodschap schreef bevlogen collega-columnist en Roversdochter uit het Noorden Bronja Prazdny over je afkomst en je vader als inspiratiebron, en hoe gezwellen op het internet haar zulks kwalijk namen. Een persoonlijke thematiek, net als een persoonlijke schrijfstijl die gulziger is dan 4,9 woorden per zin, werd door de semi-alfabeten niet op prijs gesteld.
Reading: For The Anniversary Of My Death by W.S. Merwin
W.S. Merwin (b. 1927) is an American poet who became famous as an anti-war poet in the 1960s. He later developed an interest in buddism and deep ecology and moved to an old banana plantation on Maui, Hawai, which he restored to its original rainforest state. I read a timeless poem about celebrating the
Reading: Ships by Tomaž Šalamun
Tomaž Šalamun (1941-2014) was an adventurous, I think people say 'avant-garde' poet from Slovenia. I like what I see (or could we say: read) because it is mysterious and our world feels sometimes like mystery has been painted over. Here's '
"Poetry for me is not work but pleasure, not a career but a second life—a play within a play."- Peter Davison
Reading: Strange Fruit by Seamus Heaney
Seamus Heaney (1939-2013) was a giant of Northern Irish poetry. He translated Beowulf into lively, modern language. Heaney was an immensely popular ambassador of poetry. Today, I read 'Strange fruit' - what a muscular and earthly use of language: Strange Fruit Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. ...
Vertaling: Auden’s That Night When Joy Began
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Reading: Old Couple by Charles Simic
Charles Simic (b. 1938) is an American poet born in Servia. His early childhood during World War 2 informed some of his poetry, that is said to be haunting and agonizing, but replete with gallows humor. He also wrote a lot of poems about everyday objects, such as spoons, knives and forks. I found this ...
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
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
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 ...
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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
Reading: No One, Everyone by Bronisław Maj
Polish poet Bronisław Maj (b. 1953) is celebrated as one of the
Reading: Vacation by William Stafford
William Stafford (1914-1993) was a very prolific American writer who was born in Kansas and died in Oregon. From his many works I selected, with the help of Szeslaw Milosz, a short observation about traveling: Vacation One scene as I bow to pour her coffee:-- ____Three Indians in the scouring drouth ____huddle at the grave scooped in ...
Vertaling: Her Kind van Anne Sexton
Voor de gedichtenvertaalwedstrijd die Jac Naber of Facebook organiseert vertaalde ik een poosje geleden het gedicht "Her Kind" van Anne Sexton. Voor de volledigheid publiceer ik deze vertaling, nu de wedstrijd gelopen is, integraal op dit blog: * * Ik ben zo'n vrouw geweest. Ik ben uitgegaan, een bezeten feeks door de zwarte luchten, moediger ...