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Because the djaga poured out kettles of tea because I couldn’t untangle myself from a stock-still embrace because my feet were swollen, I – a woman once becoming prepossessed – ate blanched celery for weeks on end.

© Translation: 2010, Astrid Alben
Publisher: First published on PIW, , 2010

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Omdat de djaga ketels thee uitgoot omdat ik niet loskwam van een roerloze omhelzing omdat mijn voeten gezwollen waren, at ik – de eens innemend wordende mevrouw – wekenlang bleekselderij.

© 2003, Marc Kregting
From: De leliering. Gemengde berichten
Publisher: Uitgeverij Prometheus, Amsterdam

Marc Kregting

Marc Kregting

(The Netherlands, 1965)

On his blog, Marc Kregting, born in Breda in 1965, introduces himself as follows: ‘Marc Kregting was born, had to go to school at a certain point and that’s how it went on.’ He doesn’t add that he studied Dutch language and literature or worked in domiciliary care. His ‘and that’s how it went on’, emphasises that family and education are moulds which give everyone predictable identities....

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RESTORATION

Because the djaga poured out kettles of tea because I couldn’t untangle myself from a stock-still embrace because my feet were swollen, I – a woman once becoming prepossessed – ate blanched celery for weeks on end.

© 2010, Astrid Alben
From: De leliering. Gemengde berichten
Publisher: 2010, First published on PIW, Amsterdam

RESTORATION

Because the djaga poured out kettles of tea because I couldn’t untangle myself from a stock-still embrace because my feet were swollen, I – a woman once becoming prepossessed – ate blanched celery for weeks on end.

© 2010, Astrid Alben
Publisher: 2010, First published on PIW,

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