Poetry

  • The Very Public Death of a Cicada

    It wasn’t me, I swear It just fell from the sky Right next to me Falling through layers of air A loud thumb Sealed its fate Or perhaps it was Already dead After sixteen years Of sleep it screamed In agony over life Until now Now it lies here Body intact, soul astray Food for…

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  • A Warning #unintendedpoetry

    A Warning Never make the argument for some evil only because it’s available. History doesn’t prove anything. Okay. And that’s all I will say about this topic. ~ @nobyeni Some months ago I joined a writing community (@thewritersblock). One of the poets there started to edit words said in chat, to show the beauty of…

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  • Why I Watch – Theatre & Me

    Lately I’ve been kind of involved in the art we call theatre. Writing, acting. But these past couple of weeks I’ve done none of that, instead I’ve visited a lot of plays. And watching theatre performed right in front of you, is maybe the most tiresome way to be involved. For either the play is…

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  • Dichtend Realiter – Een Fenomenologisch Verstaan van Lucebert

    Enkele delen uit een langer artikel dat ik in 2010 schreef voor een vak Wijsgerige Ethiek, gegeven door Chris Bremmers. Omdat het mijn kijk op kunst toch nog steeds goed verwoord… Dichtend Realiter – een fenomenologisch verstaan van Lucebert Kunst kan gezien worden als de vertolking van de meest fundamentele ervaringen uit het menselijk leven.…

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  • Philosophy’s Curse

    It leaves you breathless on a cloudy afternoon It silences you whenever you’re supposed to talk It distances you from everything sane and sound Philosophy’s curse Of course there are times when you can relate When you nihilistically existentially circumspect When red is just an ordinary colour – no Wittgenstein Until it hits you –…

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  • Death Untold

    I wonder from time immortalUntil life is drenched to naughtFor all those who have embraced meAlthough I’ve never been caught I wish there was a lullaby sweetEnough to end my unpleasant thoughtAs I intend to follow the rhythm of my soulAnd not listen to all things I ought Be brave, scolding soldier of bloomAnd light-heartened…

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