Poem
Max Temmerman
Das Boot 4
Also in a landscape that’s too wide or too openyou might drown, like the man knows who deep in the woods
succumbs to an overdose of trees.
The same applies to the underwater: you can be in an air pocket
and still sense the droplets
hesitantly feeling out your lungs.
Retreat into your thoughts as if into an instinct.
Take a deep breath there. Submerge yourself in scraps of nature.
Lying hidden deep inside your head the untouched variant.
© Translation: 2017, Max Temmerman
Tom Liekens & Stefan Serneels are Belgian visual artists
Das Boot 4
Das Boot 4
Ook in een landschap dat te ruim is of te openkan je verzuipen, zoals de man weet die diep in een bos
ten onder gaat aan een overdosis bomen.
Net zo gaat het onder water: je kan in een luchtbel
zitten en toch voelen hoe de druppels
weifelend je longen betasten.
Trek je terug in je gedachten als in een instinct.
Haal er diep adem. Dompel je onder in flarden natuur.
Diep in je hoofd schuilt de ongerepte variant.
© 2015, Max Temmerman
From: Zondag acht dagen
Publisher: Vrijdag, Antwerpen
From: Zondag acht dagen
Publisher: Vrijdag, Antwerpen
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Das Boot 4
Also in a landscape that’s too wide or too openyou might drown, like the man knows who deep in the woods
succumbs to an overdose of trees.
The same applies to the underwater: you can be in an air pocket
and still sense the droplets
hesitantly feeling out your lungs.
Retreat into your thoughts as if into an instinct.
Take a deep breath there. Submerge yourself in scraps of nature.
Lying hidden deep inside your head the untouched variant.
© 2017, Max Temmerman
From: Zondag acht dagen
From: Zondag acht dagen
Das Boot 4
Also in a landscape that’s too wide or too openyou might drown, like the man knows who deep in the woods
succumbs to an overdose of trees.
The same applies to the underwater: you can be in an air pocket
and still sense the droplets
hesitantly feeling out your lungs.
Retreat into your thoughts as if into an instinct.
Take a deep breath there. Submerge yourself in scraps of nature.
Lying hidden deep inside your head the untouched variant.
© 2017, Max Temmerman
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