{"id":304565,"date":"2010-01-01T00:00:47","date_gmt":"2009-12-31T23:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/menno-wigmanvier-gedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-07-08T14:10:25","modified_gmt":"2021-07-08T13:10:25","slug":"menno-wigmanvier-gedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/menno-wigmanvier-gedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Menno Wigman\r\n\r\nVier gedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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[Juli 2010 – jaargang 54 – nummer 434]<\/h2>\r\n\r\n<\/a>\r\n

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En dorpen waren er, vernielingen<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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aan auto’s, straten waar elk huis genummerd was,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gekneusde autospiegels, ingetikte ruiten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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avondbussen, discoriemen, kettinghonden,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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er waren leuzen, tags<\/i>, urinevlaggen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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we hadden stiften en gebitten, stiften<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hadden ons maak kapot wat jou kapot maakt<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en je gezicht een knipmes ik moet hier weg<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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o speakers dansvloer kermisweek<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de winkelpanden kropen door de zondag heen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de winkelpanden en de middenstand koop bij mij<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dood en we wilden dansen, hadden spieren,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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er was hoop, dus sloopten wij.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Slotsom<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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De hemel, het schaamdeel, het graf: niet nu,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nu even niet. Mij gaat het om de straat,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hoe elke stap je tot een prooi verlaagt:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de schoensmid hoopt dat je een zool verliest,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de ober rekent op een lege maag,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de kroegbaas bidt dat je van dorst vergaat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en elke winkelier wil dat je mak<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ondoordacht een apparaat aanschaft<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat het exact binnen vier jaar begeeft.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En als j\u00edj het begeeft: reken maar niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat het gecijfer dan verstomt: –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geen mens gaat gratis in de grond. Niets nieuws,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik weet het, en de jaaromzet gaat voor.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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(Het lichaam, heet het, is een tempel Gods.)<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Je sterft alsof een fruitkast geld uitkotst.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Oud-west<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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We leven hier met Turken, Marokkanen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Afghanen, Koerden, sikhs en Pakistanen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en we zijn bang. En ik, een blanke man,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nni Dieu, ni ma\u00eetre<\/i>, taai en zonder hoop<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op tuintjes na de dood, ik peil mijn straat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vanaf vier hoog en zie hoe men verhit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de klok rond bidt, op vale vloeren ligt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en naar een godshuis draaft waar men vereert<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en eeuwig collecteert. Een zure godheid,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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er huist een gure godheid in mijn wijk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voor wie het bitter knielen is en ik,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik troon op mijn balkon en denk: de zon,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kijk dan godverdomme, daar komt de zon<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn kamer in gerold, wat zou ik beven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bij die gloed, wat zou ik bidden als het licht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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straks stil en ongestraft de dag dichtschroeft?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Hitlerm\u00fcde<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Berlijn. Ik had geneukt en nam een douche.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Toen sloop de Holocaust weer in mijn hoofd.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik zag mijn pik en telde tegels, wit,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ze waren wit, ik telde en een mist<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van ademnood vertroebelde mijn zicht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik las ik weet niet hoeveel boeken, bleef<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar in het leven van Adolfus wroeten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de zeven scheppen suiker in zijn thee,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geli, Eva, teelbal, spuuglok, zweep – wat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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moest ik ermee? Hier onder deze douche,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hier in een warm en doordeweeks Berlijn,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hier gleed mijn schaamte in een doucheput weg,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kon ik nooit laks, te laat of schuldig zijn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En licht en hoog en hevig Hitlermoe<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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stapte ik weer op haar kamer toe.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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