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Avond over de Surinaamse dichter Trefossa

2009-08-31T03:35:00.000-07:00

Dode Dichters Leven-avond over de Surinaamse dichter Trefossa in restaurant De Ziel te Almere op 13 oktober 2009. http://www.aldichter.nl/

160 Doppler Effect

2009-01-29T11:28:00.000-08:00

A poem in 160 characters for sms messaging? Read the poem Doppler Effect published in Dutch national newspaper NRC next: http://tinyurl.com/apcht7 (PDF)

Artists from Vienna have been inspired by this theme as well (click on: show only text with images): http://tinyurl.com/c8th4u

Scifaiku: Campfires

2008-12-29T01:20:00.000-08:00

The cave people light campfires
in the sky, one for every year -
their planet is still young

Happy 2009 to everyone!

Poetry in Milan

2008-12-07T01:21:00.001-08:00

Poetry appearing in a worldwide joint art project: Project Password opens December 10, Forum Austriaco Di Cultura, Milan, Italy. http://tinyurl.com/5wowl5 (PDF)

Build yourself a universe

2008-11-25T10:14:00.001-08:00

optional with each universe -
an extra dimension

http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/2008/11/create-your-own.html

Martian midlife crisis

2008-11-17T10:00:00.000-08:00

Hiking sabbatical -
astronaut spacewalks -
from Phobos to Deimos

Higgs boson

2008-10-12T11:24:00.000-07:00

Higgs boson -
is hiding again -
elusive sneak

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higgs_boson

Lorca Festival, Schouwburg Almere November 20, 2008

2008-10-06T11:11:00.000-07:00

Su luna de pergamino
Preciosa tocando viene

Her parchment moon playing
Preciosa comes

(From 'Preciosa y el aire' by Federico García Lorca)

Come listen to poetry: a programme dedicated to the Spanish poet Lorca with performances by the Dutch poetry society 'Aldichter' including Dorine Ratulangie and see the play 'The House of Bernarda Alba' by theatregroup 'Zinspelers' in Schouwburg Almere, the Netherlands. The 'Aldichter' poets will perform on November 20, 2008.

To order tickets, please go to www.zinspelers.nl/kaarten/.

For more information about Schouwburg Almere (address, route description) www.schouwburgalmere.nl/

Large Hadron Collider

2008-09-19T07:42:00.000-07:00

we all whirl on the edge -
waltzing -
our last particle dance

http://tinyurl.com/6hgyvq

Poem dedicated to a Chinese fan palm

2008-06-12T12:10:00.000-07:00

In May 2008 a poetry path has been revealed in Almere Buiten's Evenaar, a three kilometer green walkway between roads heading towards a natural resort (Oostvaardersplassen). I dedicated a poem to the Chinese fan palm or trachycarpus fortunei.The poem is rendered in steel, lying at the foot of the tree. Click here for the video as broadcasted by Omroep Flevoland (Dutch).

Proceedings of the 5th Unquendor Lustrum Conference in Lembas Extra

2008-06-12T12:06:00.001-07:00

The proceedings of the 5th Unquendor Lustrum Conference 2006 are now available, published in a special Lembas Extra issue. The 2006 Lustrum celebrated the 25th anniversary of the Dutch Tolkien Society Unquendor. Ron Pirson PhD and Dorine Ratulangie MA invited several scholars who contributed to studies or art in a Tolkien context: Professor Cor Blok, guest of honour of the Lustrum Conference, Professor Arne Zettersten, Renée Vink MA, Professor Nils Ivar Agøy, and Johan Vanhecke MA. The papers they presented are included in this Lembas Extra.

As a tribute we have included one of the papers Ron Pirson PhD wrote in Dutch on Tolkien. He initiated the organisation of the Lustrum Conference. His illness and his passing in 2006 saddened us all. This Lembas Extra is dedicated to him.

Lembas Extra is available at the Dutch Tolkien Society Unquendor (www.unquendor.nl) and the Tolkienwinkel (www.tolkienwinkel.nl).

The poem 0559

2008-03-29T00:17:00.000-07:00

She flares with loneliness but tends to her roses. Desperate Housewives in Space in Aoife's Kiss.

There will be poetry

2008-02-26T10:10:00.000-08:00

Even artificial minds can write poetry. But the experiment failed - or not?

Find out: There will be poetry published in MindFlights.

The poem Shadowsun

2008-02-02T12:00:00.000-08:00

In the February issue of Sorcerous Signals my poem 'Shadowsun' is published, accompanied by a wonderful illustration from Marge Simon, created especially for this poem.

Imagine an elf or a nymph, whose destiny is linked to Earth, perhaps living in a forest or a brook, witnessing the Sun reaching the end of its lifetime: first the Sun will turn into a red giant, to finally collapse into a white dwarfstar. This could be her song:

www.sorceroussignals.com/Shadowsun

Dutch Scifaiku

2007-11-22T15:01:00.000-08:00

verlopen shuttle -- metaalmoeheid in de romp -- houdt vandaag siësta

Scifaikus

2007-11-21T06:20:00.000-08:00

collar of moonlets -- space tourist arrested -- looted antiquities

burglars leave with empty crates -- holo-ideals lost
[ virtual furniture robbed ]

starclusters change course -- hitting the Milky Way -- expresso macchiato

Presentatie dichtbundel Vier

2007-11-03T01:57:00.000-07:00

Ja, de langverwachte bundel dichtbundel 'Vier' ligt bijna in de winkel!

Maar eerst, op 25 november 2007, presenteren acht Almeerse dichters de bundel en lezen voor uit eigen werk, met medewerking van zangkoor Weerklank in theater De Roestbak, Markt, Almere Haven. Aanvang: 14.30 uur, toegang gratis. Voor meer informatie, surft u naar http://www.aldichter.nl/ of stuur mij een berichtje!

Videopoems

2007-08-30T12:30:00.000-07:00

Discovering the delights of poetry and other arts...

London, a different point of view:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=YvN_eQYDlUs

A Star's End:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=OyjTT_sNnXM

An old house, a world (poem in Dutch):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPCSuT4zeck

Transport

2007-08-02T23:58:00.000-07:00

Transportation by feet, better known as walking, shows the world in a different rythm. Buildings and perspectives approach and vanish slowly, while one notices small details: a noisy bird, trees in weird shapes, uncomprehensible works of art. And one wonders where everyone is heading with so much hurry, all those impatient drivers, clumsy cyclists, polluting motocycles flash around.

It must be, that life in this world accelerates in the same pace as the capacity of computer components. We tend to cram as many things as possible in one day. And somehow, that capacity increases every 24 months, as we need to keep up with the latest fashion trends, meet up with friends, make family and in-laws happy with our visiting, work out on machines and music we don't like. And the same goes for multitasking, that capacity also doubles every 24 months: doing the laundry while chatting with acquaintances, writing a long e-mail to an overseas friends lost in the backpack tracks of Thailand, explaining an aunt over the phone how to get here from the station and asking a studying colleague who combines partime work, motherhood, and a business course by sms/text how her exam did go.

So I take a breath, put on a pair of shoes, close the door and get lost in the whole wide world. My thoughts wander with me as leave the daily pettiness behind. I even notice the sky and all I worry about is whether that darkish grey cloud will move in my direction and release its humid burden at that instant.

Walking along a river

2007-07-29T08:42:00.000-07:00

London, obviously, is a conglomerate of villages. When following the Thames path, one notices the changing tides.

Two weeks ago, just before the flooding in the UK began, I walked the Thames path, meandering through touristical areas, neighbourhoods in the process of refurbishment (to put it optimistically), little harbour inlets with sleek yachts where renovated warehouses betray a once bullicious trading area, skyscrapers built on former docks, the (probably) polluting factories of a syrup manyfacturer.

Changing tides in many senses, as industry and shipment of goods recede to the background, to make room for a more optimistic era-of-the-arts-and-global-villages. A former powerstation becomes a museum (Tate Modern) and a disregarded harbour turns into an international financial centre (Canary Wharf).

One cannot help but get infected by this optimism, and see in every rundown building an artgallery, a skyscraper, a visitor centre of some wonder of the industrial age that the Thames is ridden with.

While breathing the rainy air with a hint of thunder in the background, I realised I was walking along a famous curve of the river. Famous because of a satellite picture shown endlessly on TV: the credits of the TV-series 'Eastenders'. And suddenly, I understood why I didn't feel like a tourist. I somehow played a part in a broader picture, in the changing history of a neighbourhood, witnessing the tides of time myself, undulating to and fro.

Or something like that.

I took a tube from the O2 -formerly known as the Millenium Dome- and went for a cafe latte in an interchangeable convenience store. Nowadays, it's difficult to find a decent cup of tea in London.