Poem
Martin Reints
Singer-songwriter
You turn on the TV without the soundand zap until the picture coincides with the sound the neighbours have
now you know what serial they’re watching
but what use is that to you?
ten minutes before the performance the singer-songwriter comes in
with his guitar in a guitar-case and something else
but you don’t know what
outside a weary backpacker wipes the sweat from his face
and brings a bottle of water to his lips
in the Himalayas the religions wind along
crumbling mountain paths and over hanging bridges
above deep ravines
trails of cloud move across the sky
the Milky Way and the Andromeda Galaxy make straight for each other.
© Translation: 2011, John Irons
Singer-songwriter
Singer-songwriter
Je zet de televisie aan zonder geluiden zapt totdat het beeld klopt met het geluid bij de buren
nu weet je naar welke serie ze zitten te kijken
maar wat heb je daaraan?
tien minuten voor het optreden komt de singer-songwriter binnen
met de gitaar in een gitaarkoffer en nog iets
maar je weet niet wat
buiten veegt een vermoeide rugzaktoerist het zweet van zijn gezicht
en zet een fles water aan zijn mond
in de Himalaya slingeren de godsdiensten langs
afbrokkelende bergpaadjes en over hangbruggen
boven diepe ravijnen
wolkenslierten trekken langs de hemel
de Melkweg en de Andromedanevel stormen op elkaar af.
© 2010, Martin Reints
From: Lopende zaken
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
From: Lopende zaken
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
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Singer-songwriter
You turn on the TV without the soundand zap until the picture coincides with the sound the neighbours have
now you know what serial they’re watching
but what use is that to you?
ten minutes before the performance the singer-songwriter comes in
with his guitar in a guitar-case and something else
but you don’t know what
outside a weary backpacker wipes the sweat from his face
and brings a bottle of water to his lips
in the Himalayas the religions wind along
crumbling mountain paths and over hanging bridges
above deep ravines
trails of cloud move across the sky
the Milky Way and the Andromeda Galaxy make straight for each other.
© 2011, John Irons
From: Lopende zaken
From: Lopende zaken
Singer-songwriter
You turn on the TV without the soundand zap until the picture coincides with the sound the neighbours have
now you know what serial they’re watching
but what use is that to you?
ten minutes before the performance the singer-songwriter comes in
with his guitar in a guitar-case and something else
but you don’t know what
outside a weary backpacker wipes the sweat from his face
and brings a bottle of water to his lips
in the Himalayas the religions wind along
crumbling mountain paths and over hanging bridges
above deep ravines
trails of cloud move across the sky
the Milky Way and the Andromeda Galaxy make straight for each other.
© 2011, John Irons
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