Glasgow Street - by
Out of this ugliness may come
/ some day, so beautiful a flower
/ that men…
cities
Caracas - by
The buildings are so high
/ nothing can be seen now of my childhood.
/ I’ve lost my patio with its lazy clouds
/ where the…
Taalmachine - by
1
/
/ Spreek, staad, spreek!
/ Strek je talloos veel tongen ten hemel,
/ lik aan de regen looi in de zon,
/ proef, proef het puin, stad,…
A Poem for a Morning - by
I had to get nearer the sky,
For the city was too full of rooms
And I can’t be content with a window.
La banlieue… - by
La banlieue, c’est pareil. L’espace, l’espace tue.
/
/ On est debout à l’arrêt du bus. On attend le car. Autour
/ il y a…
Lost Films - by
3
/
/ The third film was in Beijing when Antony and I decided to hit the hutongs one last time on the…