Mees

I was wrong
Not 1991
It was 1988
Turn of the year

La too young
Too young to die
As are you
What to do, now

I miss you
But I haven't had it yet
I adore you
Need some says who?

What is time
No idea do you
I know what is good
For me

I can wait a million years
Never grow old
Like you
Your little girl

d

Henry, Philip, Jacob
Once they were all
So true, zo waar
Now I am here and the are

Let's dance
Have fun
First things first
Let's go

My way, my world
Limes, lines and word
Wrd, wod, ord
The origine do the d

What is a d
A line, a circle
A sound
Thee?

Mus & me

Year after year
Me was so puzzled
Trying really hard
Day in day out

To, to do what?
Exactly
Looking off course
And questioning

Who are we?

Now, today, at this very hour

Me generated a thought
Thinking about
The pair of kings
As I heard in F tones

Mus & me
We
Are love
As thin as air

e Musch

Na no komt yes
Eerst a dan z
En tussendoor
Een s- je

How old are you
C14 marsh land
And how deep
Dark and cranky

Remember Gilles
Down south
Half way up
Lifting the light blanket

Once

I was the shadow of the whitewood slain

By the false emerald in the windowpane

I was the fur of flesh and fluff

And I lived on, swam to, hide away

How delightful when a rain of men

In a distance I saw falling down

They promised the sky, the top floor

For being good as they

Two more years day's dull white

I heard late at night

The dark unites the viewer and the view

Finding your China right behind my house

Look at the wrists are they cut or what

Was he in Sher was she in lock

The fellow whispers tracks

Clouding myself a mist 

I want to be in

LookingfortheMouse

I felt fear
And uneasiness
Phantoms, immature spirits
You were right

About what, exactly?
Interpreting indubitable omens
Stone age inscriptions
Know yourself

Now it goes merry like
It takes one to know one
Waiting for the day
The giants finish their work

Can I, did I realise the number
Three words prologed the rythm
Of what was physically squared
Framed, a window a building, earth

From my window
I look constantly in skies
Triangular spirits
To come closer

Including a heptagonal
Pure, highrising moving object
Five sides, senses, visible outside
Witholding vaguely the rest

A trial, doors  opening and closing
Not getting far, nor higher
Looking in the glass the dungheap
Too intelligent to plunge down

When did you decided to
Fly, to counter counter
To encircle, outcircle, move on
To the next mountains

Or did you got stuck
Between seven hills
Addicted to gentle changing views
Really the best you aim for?

Can you do it again?
Choose, decide so definitely
On your behalf
Meaning, what is best for you

Undermining, not estimating
Feeding day in day out
This perfect fit body
For me

For your information only
Confirmation if you wish to read so
It is possible to count to ten
Nowadays, a very contemporary thing to do

You know what I am
I am the patiënt hunter
The beauty up high
Lady Ocelot, longing for you

Art Tramp

Politics can be discussed in history, this is mainstream
Power can be discussed in history, this is mainstream
Violence can bediscussed in history, this is mainstream
Buildings can be discussed in history, this is mainstream
Art can be discussed in history, this is mainstream

Mindfucking is discussed, polematically, in newspapers, making history, this is new.
Mindfucking is talked of and sang by musicians, this is not really new, but not mentioned as such yet.

Mindfucking in its essence is practiced by people aiming for power, for ages.
It appeals to a basic, a primary, an economic attitude, action reaction, ask question,  of humans.
Demogagy it is called, now and then.

What now, when we all do Mindfucking. Where does that leave the power. Our power, peoples power, at last? Is it here. Do you have it, act upon it, now?

Consequence.....you don't have to tell me, give me advice, seduce me, teach me,  how to live, how to make art, how to do science. So please, stop. I am begging you. Just enlighten me with surprises, gifts, presents, knowledge, money if you whish. No guns please. Making everyday a christ MAS day.

Counter, communication, art

Just some words.

When a reaction contains a counter reaction and a counter counter reaction, then we have communication. Art is a part of culture, so it is not an individual action and it must give something to communicate with. In one of Duchamps essays, he mentioned that someone could think him the worlds amazing artist and he could stand on a rooftop and shout I am the most amazing artist. This evaluation would still need to be accepted by later generations. He saw this very clearly, he said It might take many years for my artwork to be recognized. Here he touches upon a few issues, one of which is the existentie of art. Art exist through communication.

Art.
An uncooprative way of thinking 

Goudhaan

Regulus regulus
Kleinste Europese vogel
Zeer rusteloos en beweeglijk
Altijd eten aan het zoeken

Regulus regulus
Zeer gering van afmeting
Geelachtig olijfgroen
Met veren all over

Regulus regulus
Op een tak
In takken en bossen
Met je naaldfijne snavel

Regulus regulus
Ziekelijk op zoek
Vind haar maar eens
Regulus ignicapillus

roleVink

It can be found
Rarely, occasionaly
While in the company
Nine year old boys

Equiped with ultralight
Data, micro loggers
Around 1900 they were
With 10.000

And now?
The search ends
In the vast and the concrete
Silence rules there

The treasure hunter
Definitely needs glasses
Sharpened by popeye
Or some one with a spinach like name

It happened to Vladimir
Once
Once upon a time
The puppet plays power

His girl near
The seaside
In the arms of a younger species
Carrying an ordinary name like de Vries

Never had a station
To play with
A toy, tool
Something to hold

His mother knew nothing
About Teddies
Nor bears
Brown, black or white

What a happiness
Nowadays
To let it all role
To set the rules

Mind controller

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ACIVjXTEDAQ

Say no more
Are you hard core
Did you miss
IT?

How good it is

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Muse_-_Supremacy_-_Roma.jpg


Mus, Rome, supremacy
Yellow brick road
Coming home
Thank you, sister

Opening the doors Mus

I walked with you

You walked with me

I talked to you

You talked to me

And we are on our way

We can't turn back

And we can't turn back

Cause it is too late, too late

Go real slow

You like it as it comes

Don't  move too fast

I want your  love to last

Time to live

Time to die 

Time to walk

Time to run

Time to aim you arrows 

At the sun

Magpie

I saw a Maggie on the roof
The fidler had stopped playing
In dream and time
We like we the most

Just an intuition
For as long
As it last
Often home again between a partition

Near the church, under the bell tower
Can you hear it
The hour in the valley
Big bang red beech, whispering leaves, lower

So peaceful so it seems a bit
Didn't you enjoy former times?
Magnify the moment
And then, it can take care of it

There you are, young again, waiting for the bus
It rains, its not coming fast
The darkness is falling, where is Rome
The knight and stars, no mus

The moment dispears half asleep
Did the adventure already ends?
Unlimited, unthreatened, printemps
There a barking dog, white owles make you peep

New beginnings

A new beginning
Doesn't exist
Off course
It is new, some thing I like
And beginning,some thing I don't know of

What is ... Mus

What is poetical correct
To Mus?
Zus!
Your sister !
J e   z u s

All the way

Roooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmme
Room roooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom
Rau au au au au au au au au au au au au au au au au au au au   m
Ruim ruim ruim ruim ruim ruim ruim ruim ruim ruim ruim ruim
          ruimte
Give me more, all the way

Zaterdagochtend

Verse broodjes uit Denemarken

Een ketting aan reacties

Wit, bruin, barn

Zo van het strand geplukt

We hebben helemaal geen boten nodig

Man

There is more than life than this

Come on man

Let's sneak out if this party

There is more to life than this

It's still early morning

We could go down to the harbour

And jump between the boats

See the sun come up

We could nick a boat

Sneak off to this island

I could bring my little notebook

There is more to life than this

We'd have to rush back

To the town's best baker

To get the first bread of the morning

There is more to life than this

Nightingale

Come to me

I'll take care of you

Protect you

Calm, calm down

You're exhausted

Come lie down

You don't have to explain

I understand

You know

That I adore you

You know

That I love you

So don't make me say it

It would burst the bubble

Break the charm

Jump off

Your building's on fire

I'll catch you

I'll catch you

Destroy  all that is keeping you back

And then I nurse you

I'll nurse you

Come to me

I'll take care of you

You don't have to explain

I understand

All ways lead to

When did I do Rome
In the first year
Josephine...
You were my woman
I was your S.

1985
We met horse gamling
Italians
I talked to
Guys in nice red cars

They thought
We were
Together but I
Was in love
With a designer back home

Rome
Once there was a time
To visit thirteen churches
To drink
Amaretto and white stuff

Back home
We were sun burnt
You were broke
I had the time of my life
So much stories to tell

What a wonderful world
To impress the older guys
With incredible adventures
Just being a twenty year old
And then you came along

Much funier
More moon like
Younger, fresher, not invited
How was I suppose to
Deal with you

dragonFLY

Purple rain
The colour purple
The puinhopen van paars
Me wearing purple today meeting wil & mine
Rome...


Blow it away
Have it it in your mouth
A room with a view
A balcony you mean
TOP DOWN

SMS
OKAY, leuk
Meaning...
I am
We did it

What now?
Order your mom
We can
Yes you can
Drink good wine now

Like the experience
Of the light tower
There the publisher is
What happened here
Beautiful friend

No safety or surprise again
Desperately in need
Love in romance
Wildernis of pain
All the children are insane

Waiting for the summer rain
There is danger at the edge of town
Ride the snake
The ancient snake
He is old and the skin is cold

The west is the best
Hear hear, it will do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother, I want to

Come on baby take a change with us
Try to wake it put its boots on
He walked on down the hall
Come on , Yeah!!!!!!!M!!!
Please, please,please...

greenDragon

Try to set the night on fire
Why
Why are you
Why are you playing
So hard to get

HIs

I am
I am good
I am good in
I am good in naming
New names, please

I name you
Torian
Six letters, close to
Tory, Tony, Ian
Also miles away

I want then
To remember you
Your name
Therefore it needs more
More o and a

Nooteboom, nabokov, Armando
Roth, palmen, van der Woud
Koch, Houellebecq, Dostojevski
Doris, Woolf or something completely different
like Hemingway

Where can I find you
The name
The name of the father
The name of the rose
Umberto, uncle Albert Umberto, yes?

I
I am
I am not
I am not good
I am not good in guessing

I don't know
Your name
You know what
You make it up
Yourself

In the meantime
I wait
I wait as long
I wait as long as
I wait as long as it takes

I am not going to die
I am going to live
Just another more
Fifty years
Okay?

Deal!

His

Since I am you
And you are me
Who the Hell am I
And who the Hell are you?

You kept me running around
in circles
I keep you looking
For circles

What if it is above
Our heads
In space
In the stars

What would I be
And where would you
Be swimming
If it is about the touch

If only once

11 September 2014

Soakie soaky soky
The real question is
Why? Why do you want to save me

Don't you know you
Can't save anybody ?

Do you love me?

I see you

Nergens leef je zo intens als aan de rand van de dood
Everytime you go away I die a little
I invented you inside my head
Now you are always here

Kerst CHRIST
Als je kanker hebt gehad heb je geen zin in oorlog
Me, the most peaceloving person in the world
MissesMAS

What I create I can understand
What I cannot create I cannot understand
You see? I am talking to you

The essence of thinking can be
Making analogies for instance
The most beautiful method, the most beautiful way the most beautiful field
Is to do it together, according to me

I creating all the stars
You setting out the lines
We making history
The government paying all the bills

You have more experience than I
You should know by now
That is the hardest thing
To do. Think. Know now.

I love IT

Summerlove

Walking along a rumbling line
Lying lolita square shaped
Two circles are not going to work out
Let's make it a three way stream

FlyBullyfly

Feel the light, the feathers
She only were there
For. A short time
In the Woods

The the night the knight
The king came
How to know the road
Night was falling

Tired, so tired
She laid her head
On the Moss
A quiteness, soft Breezers like today

She touched the stars
The shining little Worms
With her eyes
Like branches fields of thoughts

He is here
In me
A force
To take care for

greenCow

The grass is much greener
There were misses cow
Has chosen to chew
Waiting for something to happen

And if you think
The grass is not greener
At the neighbours
You are so wrong

Why don't you come over
To see for yourself
How she is doing
On the isle in the middle of nowhere

She might have company
Sisters, more sisters named clara
You could indulge
In a life

Away from the pink, the red
Writing lines on white moss
Shouting sweet commando's
For the hounds to tremble

Heart affairs need attention
Nora and the Irish man
Know all about it
Warming your hands for a while

Nog 1 keer Gerrit K.

De bloem lezer

Voor woord
Terra ingonita - zo verging het mezelf tenminste . Ik had weet van Jantje zag eens pruimen hangen, jawel, maar van de meeste dichters die verderop in deze bloemlezing het hoogste lied zingen had ik zelfs nooit gehoord. Niet alleen wat dichters betreft uit vervlogen tijden, ook waar het om dichters ging rondom me heen, dichters die ademen terwijl adem. Een beetje bloemlezing begint met de verbazing van de bloemlezen. Daarna hoopt het dat de verbazing overslaat. Pionierswerk is het niet. Wat deze bloemlezing onontkoombaar maakt is de manier waarop ik zelf poëzie onderga. Laat ik het zo vriendelijk mogelijk zeggen: er lopen mensen rond met matig verstand van poëzie. Dat zijn geen bloemlezers, dat zijn turfstekers.

Er gaapt een wereld van verschil tussen gedichten voor vierjarigen en gedichten voor twaalfjarigen. Daartussen telt elk jaar. Wat moet een puber in de dop met kleuterpoezie? Waar eindigt de pure poëzie  en begint de poëzie als uitlaatklep voor frustraties.

Het corpus telt twee rafelranden. Gedichten die er niet bij horen en heel soms toch ook weer wel. De gedichten, ten eerste, waarin dichters al of niet vertederd mijmeren over hun eigen kinderleven, gedichten met de kinderjaren als onderwerp. En voorts, bij bijna alle dichters valt wel iets kinderlijks te vinden, een vleugje dada of een tikkeltje baldadigheid.

Ik had dit boek nooit kunnen voltooien als ik niet zonder belemmering had kunnen grasduinen in de Koninklijke  Bibliotheek in Den Haag, die over de rijkste en breedste collectie kinderboeken van Nederland beschikt. Voor hun gastvrijheid en behulpzaamheid ben ik innig dank verschuldigd.

Uit: De Nederlands kinderpoezie in 1000 en enige gedichten. Verzameld door Gerrit Komrij, vijfde druk 2008, Prometheus, Amsterdam

Voor mij, een oefening in elegantie en scherpte.

Cow

Koucowkauw
Pief paf pauw

Not three
Four times
Is the right way
To seven

O boy