{"id":301634,"date":"1985-01-01T00:01:34","date_gmt":"1984-12-31T23:01:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/rob-schoutengedichten-2\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:07:00","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:07:00","slug":"rob-schoutengedichten-2","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/rob-schoutengedichten-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Rob Schouten\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Vier bagatellen<\/h4>\r\n\r\n

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Nooit van gehoord<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zo hoort het.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Precies<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Russisch.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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Feestneuzen, roltongen en mirlitons,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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iemand met snavel in een open ei.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een lava zondaars dondert langs, een slons<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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neukt met een kwak gelei. Ik sta er bij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar ben nog lang niet gaar. God zij met ons.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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Vijf gulden meegewassen maar nog goed,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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beetje vervilt alleen. Het lot viel op<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nr. 4150149480,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nogal anekdotisch flapje geworden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar kreeg er toch nog boter voor plus poezenblik,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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echt die oude Barbarberstemming thuis.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Sabbatalba<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Vroeg staat mijn vader op en maakt een preek.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik waak met hem hoewel hij dat niet ziet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Misschien worstelt hij – maar ik weet het niet –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als Jakob bij de Jabbok, moe en bleek.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het is weer afgelopen met een week;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik staar naar rauhfaser dat mee verschiet,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en gooi het kussen om. Een denkend riet,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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denk ik, dus riet. Maar raak niet erg van streek.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dan is hij klaar. Ik hoor hem in de gang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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frunniken, Psalm 68:7.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De ochtend spreekt in raadselen en even<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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staan er hi\u00ebroglyfen op ‘t behang.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Tot er een deur slaat, stem valt, en de feiten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ons dwingen haarscherp samen te ontbijten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Rotterdam 1969<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Angry young man, eenzaam de buitenwijk verlatend,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zigzaggend door het mijnenveld der puberteit,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hol ik het met massa geslagen centrum in<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en jat er bij de Bijenkorf een zonnebril,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zodat althans de valse glans van het bestaan verdoft.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het koninkrijk Woodstock mist mij, maar ik vergader<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vandaag met mijn epoche, bijziende, miskenbaar.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Overeenkomstig mijn meegebrachte gevoelens<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of die me schaduwen, begeef ik me vervolgens<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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richting verzameld water, waar het frisser is,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zo onindrukwekkend mogelijk doe ik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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veel moeite op de Quai des Boompjes rond te hangen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Daar kruisen ook heden sleepboten treinen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar van twee meisjes die ontroerend afscheid nemen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geen spoor. Zo overvalt mij niet zeker besef<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat hier twee tijdperken wensen te scheiden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in een decor van brede, heenvoerende stromen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en allerhande jachtigheid daarlangs en over.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Thuis zet ik gauw de bril die me trouwens niet staat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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weer af en lees noch schrijf dit soort literatuur.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Mythe<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Argiven werden ze ook wel genoemd, de Grieken,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en toen het homoniem tot ze doordrong,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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allang niet zeker meer van hun verleden,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bleef dat tenminste liggen voor de mythe<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die kluwens goden en halfgoden spon:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zeus passim, Idaeus, een zoon van Paris,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zusters die moeders annex monsters waren,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een Hekabe bijvoorbeeld, dochter van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dymas en Euno\u00eb, maar elders van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Kisseus en Telekleida, dan wel van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Sangarios, een zekere rivier,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en Metope, of kon ook van Glaukippe.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Er spreekt een zekere onverschilligheid uit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waarin mensen en goden nog het best gedijen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

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[p. 889] Rob Schouten Gedichten Vier bagatellen Presbyacusis \u00a0 Nooit van gehoord \u00a0 en zo hoort het. T\u00d3\u0265HO \u00a0 Precies \u00a0 Russisch. Gedrukte stemming \u00a0 Feestneuzen, roltongen en mirlitons, \u00a0 iemand met snavel in een open ei. \u00a0 Een lava zondaars dondert langs, een slons \u00a0 neukt met een kwak gelei. 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