Well (Freshers) Come


Marjon, first year, butterfly print
dress, heart tiks, sun beams warm
her smooth arm in Prisma lunchroom
I’m here she thinks what a throng
I’ll go clippety-clopping in and out
the ivory sheds and eat a prickly pear
now I do dare, and sample Tilburg,
a.k.a. Absurdistan, but first things
first my clothes fit and so do I
I’m sitting at table with my timetable
by my Redbull my copy, pristine,
of Organisational Behaviour, sixth
edition, Huczynski and Buchanan,
smells good, weighs a ton but I’m ready
get set go grasp my chances, ink
and cyber-space carpaccio welcome
I am, one foot at a time, maybe jog
oh it’s so green, my cells thrive, bees
kisses eyes the balancing act, Act 1

May Sketches

From Simon’s 7th floor we see fullness of trees.
We send our precisely cautious understanding,
the balance of our mind
like a paper plane towards creamy smoke
from 2 chimneys over near Dongen,
distant other-industry.

17 letters are branded on the skyline above Koopmans,
logo in the sky with dyads, dripping graffiti, crucified for pride
and bucking under-renown.
On the site of the Chile mural, FEB letters,
indestructible,
like the stuff the bad cyborg was made of
in Terminator 2.

Prisma glares sagely at Warande, insect-frame roof aerials tickling
complex air, smell of tyres, cheese pastries and oak leaves
in the atmospheres.

Plains of pebbles unite UvT roofs.
but unique debris defines each
(a smashed coffee cup or two on the roof of the SSC
and Mr Fantastic’s long dried-out husk).

At ground level, medleys of jeans
and this season’s boots and Birkenstocks,
student hairstyles in evolutions not revolutions,
gentle plagiarism of genres.

The wheelbarrow man wears denim too but he’s a hole in his left thigh
from hauling sand from the side door to P’s koffiekamer
to the entrance to the Univers.

In C17, Marga opens a brown envelope with a class list
but the sender has forgotten to sign it.
The fountain holds its note though;
its tripping splashing warms faces.
It’s May.

ORIGINAL SIN

(Science Cafe 24 March 2009)

I. Open Dromen

de fundamentele en harmonieuze verbondenheid
van alle levende wezens
ze hebben een telefoontap lopen
en dat is maar het topje van de ijsberg
bijenkorf van verzamelingen; slimme hommels
bouwen een hemel van herinneringen
hyves hyves hyves hyves hyves hyves
bekijk je profiel en nieuwste krabbels


II. Open Boek

ben ik een open boek?
als ik dicht klap waaien deeltjes in de lucht
klein bedrag pinnen mag
declaratie van afhankelijkheid
bel ik u gelegen?
ik mag u namelijk een fantastische aanbieding doen!
de fundamentele en harmonieuze verbondenheid
van alle levende wezens


III. Open Geheimen

ze weten alles, echt alles
man, they knew everything, they knew all kinds of shit about me
minuscule vliegjes verstoppen zich op Times New Roman
bijna onzichtbare spinachtige geheimen van waarheid
mijn merken? remind me later, remind me later
ik heb niks te verbergen
ik heb mijn gegevens verborgen achter in de tuin
in mijn composthoop en ik vertrouw wormen


IV. Open Gordijnen

de gordijnen gaan langzaam open, een striptease
en de toeschouwers begeren mijn honingpotjes
alle leven op aarde is verbonden met elkaar
je mag alles van me weten schatje, behalve mijn pincode
ik ben een eindeloze nachttrein, waarvan een deel van de reizigers
voor altijd onbekend blijft
hun kaartjes worden niet gecontroleerd
broederschap van anonieme fantomen

V. Open For Business

ik woon in een glazen huis; ik ben naakt en schaamteloos
data data overal en not a drop to drink
mijn buren gluren de fundamentele en harmonieuze
verbondenheid van alle levende wezens
invasion of the body snatchers
welcome to your amazon.com
we have recommendations for you
the price is cheap beep beep beep

Bottoms Up!

(voor de almanak van Magister JFT, de studievereniging van de Juridische Faculteit)

Order order, order!!
Broers blogt magisterial magestic Magister
magic magnet
TAKE HIM DOWN TO THE CELLS
(For the record)

Eijlander Smulders Thijssen Schoenmaekers van Limpt
Bart Pepers Wieringa Rot Verburg
Succesverhaal
Westmalle Dubbel
I AM THE LAW

AKD Prinsen Van Wijmen
sive universales sive particulares
Bijdrage leveren
(bakske koffie lustrum lust en leed)
MENINGEN TE VENTILEREN

Wat betekent dit concreet?
Succesverhaal
LISA SIMPSON Legum Magister
State your occupation
gewaarmerkte kopie

Grensverkennend
Grensverleggend
Grenzeloos
WE ARE THE LAW
Reizen-Bedrijvendagen-Overlegorganen

Lustrous lustrum
Mutatis mutandis
Walkie talkie, joepie de poepie
sive universales sive particulares
TAKE HIM DOWN TO THE CELLS

Broers Blogt
YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH
Use your faculties in the Law Faculty
gewaarmerkte kopie
joepie de poepie

Legum Magister
Snelpleitwedstrijd
Bijdrage leveren
Breedste zin des woords
BOTTOM UP

Writer's Block
(for the 1st year anniversary of the Scriptorium)

I could not see the wood(s) for the trees,
I could not plot my path through the trunks.
I entered with the best of intentions
yet found myself in an unclear place thick with saplings
struggling towards the light, green dust floating down
and up in stencilled light.
My fingers itched.

I could not write on the trees, I could not make my own path,
The main path was elusive; paths were only other paths.
I found a pond and stared at its opaque cover.
Ducks went about their business,
water boatmen balanced their acts.
My storm hovered above their calm, my toes
burned with shame.

I walked three times around the perimeter,
I could not muster the strength to plunge
into the very heart of the matter.
I plucked leaves and rolled them like cigars.
I stared at the cracks in the bark.
My lower back was wet with sweat
and I had done nothing.

Help

Help

Help

She touched her toes, unrolled a map, chose a route, ate a snack, tracked a path, stopped to chat, took some twigs, breathed in sense, kept it clear, chose a spot, drew the links, lit a fire, wet the pen, won the time, laid the lines, wrote a text.

Dit is een "stick-up" (on the occasion of the installation of a new noticeboard in the photocopy room, third floor Prisma)

Leeg, puur, alleen, een weiland van kurk,
bestrooi mij met inspiratie, knip en plak.

Gooi jullie ideeen op mijn beige hart,
prik dit bord vol met zinvolle art.

道可道，非常道

Translation of The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao
by Amy Hsiao

（一）

一旦一条路径被规划，
开幕彩带被剪裁，
那就是生机。

小草被践踏成泥，铺上砾石，
金黄色落叶被镶入石层下。

这条路径并非完美曲直，
但其意图却明显如个诱惑者。

它将直线光斜切成两半，
它无可阻挡的动力也穿过校园。

此地，它是路径之王，
引领着所有其他小径和路线。

它像伦敦塔桥般的纵横着，
它被人们盲目却信任地用着。

因为它背负着使命。

（二）

夜晚，这条路径尘即于尾端，

公园沉思于缓慢的时间流里，如同蛞蝓。

鬼魅努力从混乱中构思的轨道，
对生命的流线却太过朦胧。

无需肩负大任的池塘，
却可以在一旁深刻地思索着。