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Schloss Solitude Young Artists

The benches of the Akademie Schloss Solitude
get filled with young artists who read on sheets of paper
newspapers of the World.
Smoking pot and sucking down a yoghurt,
the Schloss Solitude artists write verses and compose
apparent melodies.
They are so beautiful and strange, travelers of another world
to which I will never gain access. Even so, right now
I rub elbows with them.
And when the artists go to sleep,
I’m going to take over the seats to fill them up
with ordinariness, Once, cumbia, and South-American
dirtiness in disuse. The Schloos
artists play sports and speak
several languages, they go early
by bicycle, out into the forest.
They are young and smart, they travel
around the world and they have a poetic
streak and a beautiful life.
They are the prosperous Europeans and
buoyant Schloss Solitude artists!
They spent their great childhoods and adolescences studying.
Seeing them, I can’t help but think about us:
I feel like something fell off of the table and
the drink and the meal never got served.

Los jóvenes artistas de la Schloss Solitude

Los jóvenes artistas de la Schloss Solitude

Los bancos de la Akademie Schloss Solitude
se llenan de jóvenes artistas que leen en hojas de papeles,
los diarios del mundo.
Fumando marihuana y bajándose un yogurt
los artistas de la Schloss Solitude escriben versos
y componen aparentes melodías.
Son tan lindos y extraños, viajeros de otro mindo,
al que jamás tendré acceso. No obstante,
por esta vez me codeo con ellos.
Y cuando todos los artistas se van a dormir
voy a ocupar los asientos para llenarlos de
orinariez, Once, cumbia y suciedad sudamericana en desuso.
Los artistas de la Schoos practican deportes y
hablan varios idiomas, temprano salen
en bicicleta internándose en el bosque.
Son jóvenes e inteligentes, viajan por el mundo
y tienen una vena poética y una vida hermosa.
¡Son los prósperos europeos y sostenidos
artistas de la Schloss Solitude!
vivieron su gran niñez y su adolescencia estudiando,
al verlos, no puedo evitar pensar en nosotros:
siento que algo se cayó de la mesa y
el litrito y el plato nunca fue servido.
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Schloss Solitude Young Artists

The benches of the Akademie Schloss Solitude
get filled with young artists who read on sheets of paper
newspapers of the World.
Smoking pot and sucking down a yoghurt,
the Schloss Solitude artists write verses and compose
apparent melodies.
They are so beautiful and strange, travelers of another world
to which I will never gain access. Even so, right now
I rub elbows with them.
And when the artists go to sleep,
I’m going to take over the seats to fill them up
with ordinariness, Once, cumbia, and South-American
dirtiness in disuse. The Schloos
artists play sports and speak
several languages, they go early
by bicycle, out into the forest.
They are young and smart, they travel
around the world and they have a poetic
streak and a beautiful life.
They are the prosperous Europeans and
buoyant Schloss Solitude artists!
They spent their great childhoods and adolescences studying.
Seeing them, I can’t help but think about us:
I feel like something fell off of the table and
the drink and the meal never got served.

Schloss Solitude Young Artists

The benches of the Akademie Schloss Solitude
get filled with young artists who read on sheets of paper
newspapers of the World.
Smoking pot and sucking down a yoghurt,
the Schloss Solitude artists write verses and compose
apparent melodies.
They are so beautiful and strange, travelers of another world
to which I will never gain access. Even so, right now
I rub elbows with them.
And when the artists go to sleep,
I’m going to take over the seats to fill them up
with ordinariness, Once, cumbia, and South-American
dirtiness in disuse. The Schloos
artists play sports and speak
several languages, they go early
by bicycle, out into the forest.
They are young and smart, they travel
around the world and they have a poetic
streak and a beautiful life.
They are the prosperous Europeans and
buoyant Schloss Solitude artists!
They spent their great childhoods and adolescences studying.
Seeing them, I can’t help but think about us:
I feel like something fell off of the table and
the drink and the meal never got served.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
Veerhuis
VDM
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