HENDRIK CARETTE (2)

I am a tragically slow poet, a tormented calligrapher on the firewood of my word pile. So I feel like I'm constantly running out of time. After all, I am no stranger to the struggle with time. Moreover, I am very reluctant to any easy work. I also don't want to fall into a kind of parody of my own style.





As a pale romantic poet, I am only too happy to mask the gigolo. As an anachorete I suppress the bon vivant in me and vice versa, of course.




Also see:

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



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