{"id":301717,"date":"1986-01-01T00:00:30","date_gmt":"1985-12-31T23:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/hans-vlekgedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:07:22","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:07:22","slug":"hans-vlekgedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/hans-vlekgedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Hans Vlek\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Een goed vers wil ‘k schrijven, niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zwetsen over woorden die Xilomena<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tot Phantareion richt in de schildering<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op een zojuist opgedoken amfoor.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een waterdicht vers waar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de regen der weemoed niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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doorheen druipt als tranen van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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oude, onbetaalbare wijn geschonken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op diplomatieke recepties waar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de armen buiten staan en niet weten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de Lydi\u00ebr die de munt ontdekte.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik zet Lodewijk de Veertiende<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naast m’n stereohifi en laat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hem onnozel en verbaasd mummelen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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over weer ‘n wonder en graaf<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als een neanderthaler naar wortels<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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achter m’n elektrische machine<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en herken de wereld niet meer,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de krantekoppen niet, de chinese<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gemberpot vol pennen niet, noch de<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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borsten van mijn vrouw.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dit alles in een duizeling waarbij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het uitzicht vol uitbundige lente<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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volledig in het niet valt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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2<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Een buitenlands citaat boven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een gedicht wil meestal zeggen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat men zijn melkboer niet begrijpt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Om nog maar te zwijgen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de fluitende stratemaker<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die vlak voor de voordeur zwetend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een kuil aan ‘t dichten is<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zoals jij ‘n rijmloos sonnetje<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en straks je vaders graf.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Naief kinderliedje<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Op het kerkhof van Dodemansgaarde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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blinken de koperen knopen der boeren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de zon. Zij werpen ‘n handvol aarde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op des notaris graf.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Na middernacht ontsteeg ik het bed<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en vertrouwde dit toe aan papier<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat niet tot de morgen wachten kon.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een had er ‘n tirolerhoedje<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op de rozigronde kop<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met ‘n zeer zeldzaam veertje<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en een wandelstok met zilverknop.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Driemaal is het rijm gekomen en<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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droevig als zand door mijn handen gegaan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar op het kerkhof van Dodemansgaarde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zie ik nog steeds die boeren staan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in ‘t zwart temidden van het<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bloeiend onkruid rond de graven.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zij gaan zich aan ‘n biertje laven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en dichten des notaris graf.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Nog schijnt een felle zon en<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het gedicht is plotseling af<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waar het begon.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Bij een vaas<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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van dichtbij ‘n fijnstructuur van linnen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zonder geur in koelmodieus pastel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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sieren ze steriel maar fraai de tafel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ze behoeven water noch licht, zullen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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me, als niemand ze wegwerpt op onze<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bloemige belten, beslist overleven.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En ik maar denken aan ‘t ontluiken van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hemelstrevend en vlammend puur vuur,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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temidden van snelle, zo praktische dingen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En ik maar vloeken om ‘t rijmwoord zingen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Voor een vriend<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Zo nu en dan kan ik geen po\u00ebzie<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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meer zien, heb genoeg van de droom<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat woorden meer zin geven dan ‘n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bierglas gevuld met ‘t pis der goden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het goed geboend interieur roept dan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ik begeef me weer in de bij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voorbaat nooit gewonnen slag.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geen spektakel is ‘t laveloos leven,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zelfmoord van een vriend wordt een voor-<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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spelbare gebeurtenis. Wreed als de po\u00ebzie<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die op de plaats van lidtekens letters zet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En bizar staan hier de veertien woorden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vol welvaren, gelukkige regels van ‘t sonnet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Over het gehele werk<\/h3>\n

over Domenico Scarlatti<\/a><\/p>\n

Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

Hans Vlek<\/a><\/p>\n
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