poetry

Mia You

Ik houd de uren bij door het ene middel te gebruiken om bij het andere te komen. Ik ben nooit verslaafd geweest

Mia You

PATRICIDE AND PARTIES

1.
I came up the stairs to find
a terrible violence had occurred –

Horácio Costa

Verjaardagen

Twintig jaar later is een roman van Alexandre Dumas
twee decennia stellen niets voor

Roberto Piva

Vroomheid

Ik gilde op de veelvlakken van Justitie mijn verslagen moment uit toen ik bont en blauw 

            werd geslagen

Nadia de Vries – R.I.P. Nadia de Vries

Medium Angel Are you smoking, or are you cold? Your blessings are numbered. It is your duty to not fall ill, or from grace. Funny how there is a “right” way of falling Pain means you’re doing it wrong.   Blood Poem Chandelure waits around hospital rooms for young souls to die. Chandelure is not […]

Contemporary Brazilian Poetry, In The Singular: Giving Voice to a Few Tongues, Silencing Hundreds (in the best Brazilian style) (3)

(Third Part of Three) By Ricardo Domeneck By 1989, when Brazilians voted for the first time after the 1964 coup d´état, the most influential among the first modernist poets, Carlos Drummond de Andrade (1902 – 1987), and two of the poets who had tried to heal the wounds left by the dualistic debates of the […]

Contemporary Brazilian Poetry, In The Singular: Giving Voice to a Few Tongues, Silencing Hundreds (in the best Brazilian style) (2)

(second Part of Three) By Ricardo Domeneck One could say that Brazilian Poetry in Portuguese was born between the Sign of the Cross and songs of scorn. The Sign of the Cross was well represented by the priest and important writer Antonio Vieira, but our first great poet to write in Portuguese was Gregório de […]

Contemporary Brazilian Poetry, In The Singular: Giving Voice to a Few Tongues, Silencing Hundreds (in the best Brazilian style) (1)

(part one of three) By Ricardo Domeneck “We shall eat your dead father, the Maï repeated and repeated. They shall cook me in a stone pot, the Maï said. They shall eat me once again in the inside-out sky, they said.” “Song of the blossoming chestnut tree”, as sung by Kãñïpaye-ro, poet-shaman of the Araweté, […]

Over ‘Delinquent’ van Mina Pam Dick

Door Frank Keizer en Maarten van der Graaff [quote]‘It is with the subjective thinker as it is with a writer and his style; for he only has a style who never has anything finished.’[/quote] Deze uitspraak van Johannes Climacus, het pseudoniem van Søren Kierkegaard dat zichzelf omschrijft als een humorist, is het programmatische begin van Delinquent, het […]