Arrêt! Son teint

In Turkije leerde ik dat de DSM IV een Westers idee was, en bedacht op Westerse idealen. Zeggen waar het mis gaat is zeggen hoe het moet. En dat is voor iedereen. Waar een dictatuur ontstaat, is de komst van verschil. Een generatieverschil zoals opgroeien in welvaart of in schuld zit ook in de openbare ruimte. Ik dacht eens na over gesluierde vrouwen in burka en hun man in korte broek en zonnebril. In Indonesië dacht ik; oh hij lijkt wel een (Amerikaanse) toerist. We beïnvloeden elkaar en dit is eigenlijk hartverwarmend.

I have been told

Next to the loo you’ll find water for the kettle, do knock the sink.
Before we peel the shell in tiny splinters, kept in papercarriers,
to write: “Hello, my name is…”

In my Polly Pocket hung around my neck a world of colors clean and stiff
pressed laundry for Mini. Knock knock the egg’s top and yolk streams
but youtube. Needs filling.

Since seven o’clock Susan was waiting in slight nervousness. The leaves left a nice contrast on the wall, and the square was bright lit with it’s bended stones. Within one breath she made it to the other side. And she took some steps into the shielded corridor with it’s wooden doors where -the doctor, -the nursery- and the school were. Always when there was time she wondered what to do. Now, she decided to draw circles with her finger on the wall. Then she counted them. There were some chicken picking tiny seeds. She drew her books out of her bag, since it was almost time. She couldn’t think of drawing the chicken. Neither of the questions she had to prepare. It was just nice there and she was almost about to go to do something.

There were pencil sharpeners which she liked, and she could never tell which she didn’t . She liked numbers and wrote them down thoughtfully. It was quiet. In five more days the calf would come. She was really big now and moowed more, sat quietly. The tall yellow grass bend under her feet, ‘do you like to be a cow? ‘She asked. There was one boy she liked, it would be fine with him.

Next to Margie sits Jo and next to Jo sits Phil. They’re together fifteen.
When they’re older they will kiss.
Cecile is the aesthetic plasticity, in her hands lay longing,
watch out before you miss.