Tag: Daveylands

  • Time to get back to basics.

  • ik breng dit voor mijn gappies maar mijn valentijn is wel de liefste liefie, liefie … waar ben je nu ik ben hier maar jij niet (waarom zeg je daarom iedere keer? hoe kan dat … nou, weet ik veel (ik weet veel van mijn gappies maar darryl ja klopt hij weet alles tenminste alles…

  • Just like a Californian burrito maker, I’ve been preventing myself from spilling the beans by keeping them strictly under wraps (rim-shot!) but now seems as good a moment as any to announce that I will be moving to Stockholm. In ten days.

  • Kyss

    Oversättning: Linda Bönström och Boel Schenlaer. Läs på engelska.

  • In honour of St Jerome and International Translation Day, here is my first ever translation, being a version of Saskia de Jong’s poem ‘pier’, originally published in Dutch in her book resistent (Uitgeverij Prometheus, 2006). Yay for translators!

  • Inhale this exclusive and sentimental bare-all catalogue, complete with links to further evidence of Shuiling.

  • As threatened in my previous post, I’ve written a reflection on the many existential crises I endured during my three years in the Netherlands. Okay, endured is putting it a bit too mildly. Oh, I mean, strongly. Um … whatever. Warning: semi-extended rant follows.

  • Mijn co-piloot houdt stippen.

  • PROF. J. E. HEERES, LL. D.

  • i can’t make out what they’re saying

  • Anti-kraak

    ‘Anti-kraak’ is a Dutch term for a person or group of people who occupy otherwise empty buildings, with the permission of the owners, in order to prevent squatters from moving in.

  • It would be nice to think that the English and Dutch languages are similar. In many instances – individual words, phrases, roots – they are indeed related; however it is precisely their differences that make true understanding possible. This is immediately apparent when any native English speaker confronts the strange and rigid (and seemingly atonal)…

  • in the heart of your mouth there’s a tongue there’s a beat there’s a heart shaped like stars & that’s where you are (& valentine’s day lasts for ten more hours when you’re on the line you’re mine i’m whining about how time will neither speed up nor slow down & here we are in…