{"id":301578,"date":"1985-01-01T00:00:43","date_gmt":"1984-12-31T23:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/joost-zwagermangedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:06:42","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:06:42","slug":"joost-zwagermangedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/joost-zwagermangedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Joost Zwagerman\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Gemakzucht, van wie heb ik dat? Wie doopte<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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inkt in nog meer inkt, of deed<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niemand me dat voor?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Mijn kreupel wapen was<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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linkshandigheid. Wat ik maakte<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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werd vlek of dwaze moederhand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die geduldig bleef ontwrichten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zo wist ik woorden en hoe die<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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te omzeilen. Ik blonk uit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in onontwarbare behendigheid.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wat blijft, heb ik bewaard – ik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ben juist, de pen de lompe horrelvoet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Mijn ene plichtsverzuim behaagt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het andere. De onvolkomenheden opgespaard.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Slechts de wakkere berusting waarmee<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik in mijn vingers knijp tot ze niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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meer kunnen, weet ik niet te rijmen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met aaien, opstaan, opschrijven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en hoe dat alles verder moet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Waar ik ben, zal ik verdwijnen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Er is geen proviand. De bodem<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van mijn mand is zoek en alles<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat ik gekocht, gemaakt, verstopt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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heb, dat ligt voor het oprapen en<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik ben in het geheel niet alleen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik ben al mijn secondanten want<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik – gevleugelde mol – strooi telkens<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn verloren spullen rond. Mooi.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Men kan zich de route aanschaffen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Mijn achtervolgers betasten het<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gras in de berm, hun handen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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grijs van voetafdruk, ofschoon<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de weg die zich aandient te breed<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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is voor ook hun beschrijving. Zo<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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sla ik munt uit mijn bankroet en zo<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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uitputtend ook is deze achter-<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waartse doelgerichtheid waarmee<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik mij bezwanger, net zo lang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tot een vreemde, geheelde dichter<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mij de loopgraven in schrijft,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tot ik word geharnast, gezocht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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We hadden elkaars uithoudingsvermogen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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In belachelijk geschud van kaarten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vroeg je je van alles af en<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of het je woede was, die snelle aderlating<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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apathie die mij tenslotte van je deed verschillen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat laat zich – stramme, schreeuwerige<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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blindenloop – nog steeds raden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Haast wederrechtelijk tegendraads ook<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verdiepten we ons in elkaars herroepingen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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lamme ogen, oren, die takkenlach van jou:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Naar \u2018De marathongesprekken\u2019 van Jacques Hamelink.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/div>

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