Thursday, January 31, 2019
I live with the hope there will be no more poems. Then there are some stupid poems again and I think: may I take a nap? A guy like me has to write them down and before you realize you have a new collection.
Each poem is a thruth in itself. What Goethe once described as “schon dagewesen und noch da der Geist hätte es ohnehin erfunden”.
‘Les chants de Maldoror’ by Lautreamont has also been very important to me. But I never managed to finish the book. Every now and then I had to stop because I found it so beautiful.
Frozen poets - Sculptures, graves and other traces of poets
Dutch poetry in Indonesian language, translated by Siti Wahyuningsih and Albert Hagenaars
Critical reviews on modern Dutch poetry