Jeroen Theunissen
WE WOULD LIVE IN THE BEAUTY
“ . . . we would live in the beauty of August,
surf the Web and find that place,
speak softly; we would reserve
our pity for others, for the workingman.
It would rain, but predominantly sun;
and we’d know the months of Augustland.
We’d rove through that which slowly
transcends us, day by day, the seasons,
demolish the mornings , drink youthful
and ripe. Towards evening we’d smash
the whole place up, return after
the devastation and play . . .”
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2010
WIJ ZOUDEN GAAN WONEN IN SCHOONHEID
WIJ ZOUDEN GAAN WONEN IN SCHOONHEID
Wij zouden gaan wonen in schoonheidvan augustus, surfend op het net vonden
we de plek, spraken zacht, medelijden
zouden we met die anderen hebben.
Die dwazen, die maar werkten. En er
zou ook regen zijn maar vooral veel zon.
En we zouden weten welke maand
in augustusland past.
Zwerven zouden wij door wat ons langzaam
en dagelijks overstijgt, seizoenen,
de ochtend eten, drinken, jeugdig en rijp.
En ten slotte zouden we de boel
kort en klein slaan, we zouden spelend
na de vernieling terugkeren.
From: Het zit zo
Publisher: Meulenhoff-Manteau, Antwerp
WE WOULD LIVE IN THE BEAUTY
“ . . . we would live in the beauty of August,
surf the Web and find that place,
speak softly; we would reserve
our pity for others, for the workingman.
It would rain, but predominantly sun;
and we’d know the months of Augustland.
We’d rove through that which slowly
transcends us, day by day, the seasons,
demolish the mornings , drink youthful
and ripe. Towards evening we’d smash
the whole place up, return after
the devastation and play . . .”
From: Het zit zo
Publisher: 2010, First published on PIW, Antwerp
WE WOULD LIVE IN THE BEAUTY
“ . . . we would live in the beauty of August,
surf the Web and find that place,
speak softly; we would reserve
our pity for others, for the workingman.
It would rain, but predominantly sun;
and we’d know the months of Augustland.
We’d rove through that which slowly
transcends us, day by day, the seasons,
demolish the mornings , drink youthful
and ripe. Towards evening we’d smash
the whole place up, return after
the devastation and play . . .”
Publisher: 2010, First published on PIW,
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