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Jef van Kempen
Laatste Bedrijf.
Een keuze uit de gedichten 1962-2012
Uitgeverij Art Brut
ISBN: 978-90-76326-06-1
68 pag.
12,50 euro
Vormgeving Michiel Leenaars
Gedichten en illustraties van Jef van Kempen, J.A. Woolf, Monica Richter & Julia Origo
Op zondag 16 december 2012 vond in Boekhandel Livius in Tilburg de presentatie plaats van de nieuwe bundel van Jef van Kempen: Laatste bedrijf. Een keuze uit de gedichten 1962-2012. Op die bijeenkomst ontving Jef van Kempen uit handen van burgemeester Peter Noordanus de grote zilveren legpenning van de gemeente Tilburg voor zijn verdiensten op het gebied van literatuur en cultuur.
Verder las Ton van Reen zijn verhaal: ‘Jef van Kempen houdt van gedichten’ voor en droeg stadsdichter Esther Porcelijn enkele gedichten en prozateksten van Jef van Kempen voor.
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DE PERS OVER LAATSTE BEDRIJF: “Jef van Kempen is bekender als schrijver van verhalen (…) dan als dichter. Ten onrechte. In zijn rijke en fraai geïllustreerde bundel toont hij zijn veelzijdigheid en belezenheid. Grimmige poëzie, waarin de somberheid en woede alleen in toom worden gehouden door ironie.” (Brabants Dagblad, Miekse van Eck, 3 januari 2013)
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Julia Origo
(1965 – 2005)
Portrait of E.
The short and desperate life of E.
(the girl nobody noticed on November 4th 1990)
rubbing shoulders, smiling dreamily,
with a thought bubble above her head saying:
“I said I would NOT tear up”.
E. tied a ligature around her neck,
strangled herself in a similar fashion
as many times before.
Although on suicide watch,
in the short time she was unobserved
she did ENOUGH to starve herself of oxygen,
trigger brain damage.
In a vegetative state,
transferred to hospital,
she would not recover
A nightmare of guilt to follow.
A decision to switch her off
life support was made seven days later.
THE END
justifies the means.
(Suicide is the act of deliberately killing oneself. Risk factors for suicide include mental disorder, such as depression, personality disorder, alcohol dependence, or schizophrenia, and some physical illnesses, such as neurological disorders, cancer, and HIV infection. There are effective strategies and interventions for the prevention of suicide.)
(from: Escape, 1991)
Observations
Thoughts and observations on man and nature:
my mental temperament is highly developed,
if you were a gentleman you’d offer me a ride
and hear the satisfaction in my voice,
maybe I would blush, every now and then,
maybe not,
maybe I’ll write a poem.
(From: Transfusion, 1987)
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Julia Origo
(1965 –2005)
Suicide
Rage
in a flash
damaged
by misfortune and eager,
all the worst losses and woes of life,
examine her regrets.
just an attempt at genuine connection
(winters and summers)
at times, struggling to hear,
she leans forward,
face creasing with concentration,
eyes searching.
How Did It Come To This?
(From: Escape, 1991)
witness
s t a g e o n e
I have seen many eagles
in recent years
so different
like a date without desteny
s t a g e t w o
and when you give up
-perhaps that’s the deal-
like all that died before
you get old
at any age
s t a g e t h r e e
then this misunderstanding
full of promise of modern fable
of a missing link
between age and mind
between losing home
and losing time
between you
and him
(London 1985)
Julia Origo poetry
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Julia Origo
(1965 – 2005)
Bad girl
Pity those poor Italian men,
out of reach,
(oh, celibacy in despair!)
but they never look sorry
(why?)
I was invisible to the man on the street
I told him that I was really excited
(born one second after midnight
on New Year’s Day)
a self-absorbed, thumb-sucking bad girl,
beware your wildest dreams…
Rain fell like nails upon us,
I seduce his father who flirts with his seatmate
on a long plane flight.
I had always wanted a real man
(always the same face)
as I knew better than to offer him to pay
for he can watch his family from
beyond the grave
(sad news of the death, oh yes,
the theft of childhood and
the dangers to the young, oh yes)
delve deeper into Celebrating Possibility
and an engaging sense
of
pale
naked
PAIN.
It made no difference.
(From: Bad girl, 1985)
Saints
what
happened to Joan
of Arc? who disappeared
during the night maybe you saw
that brief controversy: The Red Death
The Red Death, The Final Blast,
Saint Joan, I remember
at least one
more
time.
(From: Transfusion, 1987)
Julia Origo poetry
kempis poetry magazine
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J u l i a O r i g o
(1965-2005)
w i t n e s s
s t a g e o n e
I have seen many eagles
in recent years
so different
like a date without desteny
s t a g e t w o
and when you give up
-perhaps that’s the deal-
like all that died before
you get old
at any age
s t a g e t h r e e
then this misunderstanding
full of promise of modern fable
of a missing link
between age and mind
between losing home
and losing time
between you
and him
(London 1998)
kemp=mag poetry magazine
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Julia Origo (1965 – 2005)
Observations
Thoughts and observations on man and nature:
my mental temperament is highly developed,
if you were a gentleman you’d offer me a ride
and hear the satisfaction in my voice,
maybe I would blush, every now and then,
maybe not,
maybe I’ll write a poem.
(From: Transfusion, 1987)
kemp=mag poetry magazine
More in: Origo, Julia
Portrait of E.
The short and desperate life of E.
(the girl nobody noticed on November 4, 1990)
rubbing shoulders, smiling dreamily,
with a thought bubble above her head saying:
“I said I would NOT tear up”.
E. tied a ligature around her neck,
strangled herself in a similar fashion
as many times before.
Although on suicide watch,
in the short time she was unobserved
she did ENOUGH to starve herself of oxygen,
trigger brain damage.
In a vegetative state,
transferred to hospital,
she would not recover
A nightmare of guilt to follow
A decision to switch her off
life support was made seven days later.
THE END
justifies the means.
Julia Origo
(from: Escape, 1991)
More in: Origo, Julia
Suicide
Rage
in a flash
damaged
by misfortune and eager,
all the worst losses and woes of life,
examine her regrets,
just an attempt at genuine connection
(winters and summers)
at times, struggling to hear,
she leans forward,
face creasing with concentration,
eyes searching.
How Did It Come To This?
Julia Origo
Verona 1965 – London 2005
(From: Bad girl, 1985)
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More in: Archive O-P, Archive O-P, Origo, Julia, Suicide
Bad girl
Pity those poor Italian men,
out of reach,
(oh, celibacy in despair!)
but they never look sorry
(why?)
I was invisible to the man on the street
I told him that I was really excited
(born one second after midnight
on New Year’s Day)
a self-absorbed, thumb-sucking bad girl,
beware your wildest dreams…
Rain fell like nails upon us,
I seduce his father who flirts with his seatmate
on a long plane flight.
I had always wanted a real man
(always the same face)
as I knew better than to offer him to pay
for he can watch his family from
beyond the grave
(sad news of the death, oh yes,
the theft of childhood and
the dangers to the young, oh yes)
delve deeper into Celebrating Possibility
and an engaging sense
of
pale
naked
PAIN.
It made no difference.
Julia Origo
Verona 1965 – London 2005
(From: Bad girl, 1985)
More in: Origo, Julia
Julia Origo (1965-2005) Poetry
Saints
what
happened to Joan
of Arc? who disappeared
during the night maybe you saw
that brief controversy: The Red Death
The Red Death, The Final Blast,
Saint Joan, I remember
at least one
more
time.
From: Transfusion, 1987
kemp=mag poetry magazine
More in: Origo, Julia
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