{"id":301860,"date":"1987-01-01T00:01:02","date_gmt":"1986-12-31T23:01:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/judith-herzberggedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-07-08T13:15:49","modified_gmt":"2021-07-08T12:15:49","slug":"judith-herzberggedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/judith-herzberggedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Judith Herzberg\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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[Tirade november & december 1987]<\/h2>\r\n\r\n<\/a>\r\n

\r\nJudith Herzberg<\/i>\r\n\r\n
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M\u00fcnster, Mei 1987\r\n
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Het ritselendste<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Er is plastic dat ritselt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en er is plastic dat vreselijk ritselt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zulk plastic heeft de oude man<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die achter in de zaal zit bij zich.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De dichter leest over dood over Warschau<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het ghetto de donkere schaduw<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vleugels van melancholie en ander<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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modern verdriet met toegang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voor onbevoegden. De man ritselt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar voren, staat bij de uitgang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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moet misschien piesen? Iemand,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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behulpzaam, opent de piepende<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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deur; de dichter leest door meent<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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te moeten beleven, zijn vers \u2018kerft<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de huid van de tijd\u2019. De man is beledigd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hij wil niet naar buiten. En juist<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als de dichter het heeft over adem<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hoest hij een fluim op. Dan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ritselt hij, ritselt verschrikkelijk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de oude man met zijn stok en met tas<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van verschrikkelijk ritselend plastic<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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doof als hij is knispert hij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mompelend weer naar zijn plaats<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in zijn al bijna basalten hand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het ritselendste waar iets in zit.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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J.W.<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Sinds je er niet meer bent<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zie ik heel vaak<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een namaak Johannes, Johannes.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zo is het ook niet gek<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat ik je aanspreek<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of je leeft, of dit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een brief was.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Nooit zo speciaal<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bevriend, wist ik toch<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat je er was, \u00e9\u00e9n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de stevigen. Wat nu?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Nu niks. Alleen dat ik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je nog vaak net niet zie,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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net ben je weg,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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net als een ander ben je<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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net Johannes. Wat van je?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een van de net vergeten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Johannesachtigheden had hij,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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sloeg net rechtsaf,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zelf niet wetend,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo min als jij, die<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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eerder misschien ook al<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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iemand aan iemand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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toe deed komen, eerder<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ontzettend weg<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan jij, net als nu jij.<\/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

Judith Herzberg<\/a><\/p>\n
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