Harpij

Een harpij, slapend hoog in de bomen Geen zang, geen schreeuw Aleen stille adem Deze kent ook vrede

Digitale Kinderen – N. van Schagen

Bij digitale kinderen, zullen de meeste denken dat ik het misschien ga hebben over kinderen die hun ouders uitleggen hoe de smartphone werkt of Facebook. Of misschien de problemen dat kinderen niet meer (goed) kunnen schrijven omdat ze eigenlijk alles typen en door het vele gamen en tv kijken ze moeilijker kunnen lezen omdat er…

Old man on the subway

The old man is sitting in the crowd. On his blue denim bag, which he rests in his lap, he is solving crossword puzzles. From the „Fülles” or something else that is actual. A small sphere in the crowd, as his neighbor is following his never halting stream of letters in the rubrics. Suntanned skin…

Whaddayafackamacouldagonacallthisshitta

I weep for the next generation. We went for a beer and such, to get together with more people on the go. With the first stop at our friendly ever-present neighborhood pub, we found a barmaid hornier than, oh well, I don’t know…  she was just flowing all over the pool table.  We scrambled in…

Good morning g’dmmit

It has found me on the floor once again. If you would have been there, which would be curious by itself, you would have been able to correct me. As the lazy bastard that you were, you didn’t show up again. What you could have said, would have been somewhere in the spirit of this: …

Wisdom in Wine

“Atheists are offended by anything that bears the mentioning of God in it” So is wine divine?  A good or a bad one?  What kind?  Sitting in the mess of my own home, filth around me. No, I have no vacuum cleaner.  The rat is scratching his back, cleaning himself. Sometimes looking at me for whatever…