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Archive A-B

· Vincent Berquez: Who told who what · Bert Bevers: Kruisiging in schermopdeling · Bert Bevers: Eeuwenhout (Een droom) · Vincent Berquez: The Norwegian mother · Ari Banias: A Symmetry. Poems · Vincent Berquez: The art of divisibility · Bert & Peter Bevers: Mijn broertje vliegt · Vincent Berquez: Shards of colours · Bert Bevers: Heterdaad · The artist and his son (Vincent Berquez) · Vincent Berquez: Always the coolest of doorway · Bert Bevers: Schemerlamp

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Vincent Berquez: Who told who what

 

Who told who what

Theo told Guy and Guy told Declan
and Declan told Anne who told me
you were dead.
I told your ex-Chloe
and Chloe told your mother.
Jamie, your brother was told by Anne.
Philippa, your social worker already
knew for two days but told no one,
we had to find out from each other.
Jamie spoke to your mother
and your brothers and sister.
I told other friends who told me
they would come to your funeral.
The Crisis centre said they couldn’t talk to me
due to the Data Protection Act.
I couldn’t confirm any of the stories I was told.
The centre said they would get in touch
with me after checking who I was, but didn’t.
I was still waiting when I knew you had died.

Vincent Berquez
Poem: Who told who what
Vincent Berquez is a London–based artist and poet

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Bert Bevers: Kruisiging in schermopdeling

 

Kruisiging in schermopdeling

Mulier, ecce filius tuus … Ecce mater tua.

I

Dismas spreekt naar links. Gestas weigert nors
de bekoring van bekering. Willen die geschieden
gaan hem voorbij in de vaart van het duister. O,
ontraadseling: veel kleiner dan de lucht is huid.

II

Nog maar onlangs was Hij timmermanskind,
glimlachend jong. Nu vertrouwt Hij in Zijn
laatste strijd en nakend onweder de leerling
Zijn moeder, en haar hem toe. Maria’s wenen.

III

Nabij het Schedelveld verschieten hogepriesters
en tollenaren in hun gewaden vol verraad als het
bliksemt, de aarde trilt. Ze erkennen hun nederlaag
wel maar wensen er die naam niet aan te geven.

 

Bert Bevers
Kruisiging in schermopdeling
Verschenen in Kruiswoorden in Poëziepuntgl, Oosterbeek, 2017

Bert Bevers is dichter en schrijver
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Bert Bevers: Eeuwenhout (Een droom)

 

Eeuwenhout
(Een droom)

Is het valsheid in geschrifte wanneer ik
uit vannacht noteer dat waar de paarden
graasden het gras weerbarstig was?

Streelde daar bij Eeuwenhout hun manen,
kende niet hun namen maar ze roken naar
de weergalm van gebeden uit een oude tijd.

Vervolgens stak ik langs diens linkerzijde
traag een heel lang mes het hart in van een
stille, vreemde man. Amper zat er bloed

aan toen ik het terugtrok. Hoe merkwaardig.
Je zou denken dat het er van druipen zou.
Wat smaakte even later toch het bier me goed.

Bert Bevers
Eeuwenhout (Een droom)
Verschenen in het Droomnummer van Gierik & NVT, Antwerpen, 2017

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Vincent Berquez: The Norwegian mother

  

The Norwegian mother

She walks thinly along the narrow road
back to the school, as I walk towards her.
We stop and talk. She tells me that her
Illness has spread to her head. Her hand
radars around her face grimly.
What can you do? You carry on as you do
when you have three young children
who need your care. My family in Norway
are no help, nor is my husband’s here.
He has given up work to care for the kids.
Who cares for you? I ask.
Have you a good community around you?
The women of the mosque come round
with food every day.
They feed my husband and the family.
You carry on and don’t think about the future.
She looks at her watch. I apologise for taking up
her time. There is a recorder concert, she grins,
and presses ears in pretence of pain as she walks on.

Vincent Berquez
Poem: The Norwegian mother
Vincent Berquez is a London–based artist and poet

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Ari Banias: A Symmetry. Poems

Winner of the 2022 Publish Triangle Trans and Gender-Variant Literature Award. Finalist for the 2021 Northern California Book Award in Poetry.

A thrilling, discursive second collection from “a poet for this hour—bewildered, hopeful, and cracklingly alive” (Mark Doty).

The poems in Ari Banias’s thrilling and discursive second collection, A Symmetry, unsettle the myth of a benevolently ordered reality. Through uncanny repetitions and elliptical inquiry, Banias contends with the inscriptions of nationhood, language, and ancestral memory in the architectures of daily experience.

Refusing the nostalgias of classicism and the trap of authenticity, these poems turn instead to a Greece of garbage strikes and throwaway tourist pleasures, where bad gender means bad grammar, and a California coast where mansions offer themselves to be crushed under your thumb.

A piece of citrus hurled into one poem’s apartment window rolls downhill and escapes the narrative altogether in another. Farmers destroy their own olive trees, strangers mesmerize us as they fold sheets into perfect corners, “artists who design border wall prototypes are artists / who say they “leave politics out of it.’” Climate collapse and debt accelerate, and desire transforms itself in the ruins.

From within psychic interiors and iconic sites—the museum, the strip mall, the discotheque, the sea—A Symmetry attends to the intimate, social proportions of our material world and discerns the simmering potential of a present that “can be some other way. And is.”

Ari Banias is the author of Anybody, a finalist for the Kate Tufts Discovery Award and the PEN Center USA Award for Poetry. His poems have appeared in the Kenyon Review, Poetry, and the Nation, among other publications. He lives in Oakland, California.

Ari Banias:
A Symmetry
Poems
October 2021
Publishers: W. W. Norton & Company
ISBN: 978-0-393-86813-5
112 pages
Hardcover
$26.95

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Vincent Berquez: The art of divisibility

 

The art of divisibility

She wants my time
but not in rows of measures
or in the control of mathematics
but in the hidden measurements
of being together, of feeling
without addition or subtraction.

Having someone’s space in time
is all that can be truly given freely.

When we adjust so time does,
as we shift to the warmth of company,

which is what can be said
for these moments of value
to be understood as precious.

We control time and divide it into two,
an equal share for both of us, as we
become living geometry and curve
around each other’s cogent and form.

Vincent Berquez
Poem: The art of divisibility
Vincent Berquez is a London–based artist and poet

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Bert & Peter Bevers: Mijn broertje vliegt

 

Mijn broertje vliegt

Voor mijn broer Peter

Ik kijk hoe onze vader af probeert te
drukken als mijn broertje door de lucht
beweegt. Kun je denken dat je vliegt
wanneer je amper weet dat je bestaat?

Niet zo heel ver weg van ons wieken
kraanvogels over deze lente heen. Licht
lijkt wel rood en motor mama tolt onder je
maar rond en rond zodat de lens bijna niet

weet hoe scherp te stellen. Daar blijf je dan
hangen op het ogenblik dat jij dat verre later
lijkt te weten. Je kijkt. Ik sta erbij en kijk
ernaar. Hoe hoog mijn broertje zweeft,

hoe blauw zijn broekje is. Hoe jong we zijn
besef ik al en ook hoe verder we nog mogen.
Hoe we leven in kamers zonder wolken.
Hoe rekbaar als de tijd wij schijnen.

Verschenen in de herinneringenspecial van
het tijdschrift G., Antwerpen, 2018

Gedicht: Bert Bevers
Illustratie: Peter Bevers
220922

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Vincent Berquez: Shards of colours

 

Shards of colours

I paint the world in the wet,
in colours mixed with liquid light,
and like tears of love, reality emerges
and seals itself therein.

The dormant awakes everywhere,
in my silence, in my journey,
and like the joy of happiness,
truth emerges and beauty stands.

An empty space in the universe
offers itself up to the feast before it.
Colours as miracles, drops of God’s
love for the immensity before us all.

I wash my hands after the day’s work,
the colours trickle from my fingers
like fish with sacred wings, I am given
these tiny shards of shimmering miracles,
and then when I wake the following day,
to my surprise, I find small traces remain
to remind me to rejoice in them again.

Vincent Berquez
Poem: Shards of colours
Vincent Berquez is a London–based artist and poet

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Bert Bevers: Heterdaad

 

Heterdaad

Avondgrauwen glijdt over omfloerste bekentenissen
van lijdzame biechtelingen. Op de zolders hunner

zielen zullen spijt noch verwijten verstoffen. Er
klinken vermaningen aan de bedeesde teugels

van de nacht maar er zal, hoe traag ook kousen op
worden getrokken, tegen ochtend geen verweer zijn.

 

Bert Bevers
Heterdaad
uit de bundel in voorbereiding Bedekte termen

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Vincent Berquez: Always the coolest of doorway

 

Always the coolest of doorway

It wasn’t necessarily the best of times
or the best of me, the best of wines
or the best of you, the warmest of nights,
the brightest of moon, the nicest of streets,
the trendiest of bars in the smart part of town.

We didn’t have the cleverest of talks,
sit at the best of tables, with the cleanest of napkins.
My pockets weren’t the fullest, as the moths attested.
I wasn’t at my wealthiest, or my smartest,
or wearing the shiniest shoes with the strongest of laces,
chewing with the whitest of teeth in the kindest of moods.
We certainly weren’t coy about our agenda that night.

It wasn’t as if I didn’t know you or I didn’t want you,
or I wouldn’t try or hadn’t had; I wanted what I wanted
and slowly the alcohol took hold and awoke the desiring,
and you could’ve imagined a better seduction,
as the night could’ve been the dullest ever
without wanting to or trying the making of love to you.

But wasn’t the moon the fullest, and weren’t we the closest,
didn’t we feel the passion and violence of the kissing, the biting,
struggling in a moment of an explosive erotic experience.
Didn’t we search for privacy in the dirty streets that night?
Weren’t we two bellyfuls of red wine in the emptying city,
swaggering and swollen, swaying in a London doorway,
hidden from the pace of hectic pedestrians.
Hadn’t we become the most romantic of couples
in our boozy, breathy pairing, as we locked tight together
and vanished completely in a haze of shaky memories that night.

Vincent Berquez
Always the coolest of doorway

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Bert Bevers: Schemerlamp

 

Schemerlamp

In een ver verleden onder deze schemerlamp
bedacht hij hoe zijn moeder samenspande
met de avondval. Uit radio beneden geluiden

die hij nauwelijks kon duiden. Van alle eeuwenoude
sprookjes in dat bed rook je de oorsprong.
Onder die lampenkap kwam haast vanzelf

een stil geloven. Door het heden schippert hopeloos
versnipperd vroeger, laverend als een oude schuit.
Hier kijk ik aan tegen een wand die alles weigert.

Bert Bevers
Schemerlamp
Eerder verschenen in Eigen terrein, Uitgeverij WEL, Bergen op Zoom, 2013

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