Comfort & Consolation
March 20, 2020
‘Then, consolation was just like parking, to measure is to know and still sometimes/ your estimation is too narrow, you continue searching for the right place, sometimes can embrace/ can also require several circles around each other\' –Marieke Lucas Rijneveld writes in her poem ‘Hollow enough to hide an echo’. Perhaps this is why poetry, the genre par excellence that, trying and probing, seeks to find a language for our reality, can lend a helping hand when it comes to consolation. Directly or with a detour, speaking of love, the warmth of a memory, the shimmering surface of water, and the song of birds against the imperturbable air. Of the small and great consolations that everyday life bears within even in unsettling times.
© Jan Baeke
Translator: Jan Baeke
THE SURVEYOR MENDİL THE GROWING EDGE NAIL TRAIN MOWED POEM GENERAL MOO EARTH THE EVENING DRAWS NEAR LULLABY FOR THE SLEEPLESS THE MOON POETRY Down with a Cold PRINSENGRACHT POEM WITH EXPENSIVE FOOD WINDOW-CLEANER SEES PAINTINGS DEAR HEPTANESIA, WAKE UP THE SCHOOLS HAVE SHUT THIS IS MY DAY TO DRAW BACK THE BLINDS BEATTIE IS THREE GLITTERING PASSAGE UNTIL SOMEONE TRACES ME
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère