De Brakke Hond. Jaargang 9

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Hans van Heirseele
Uit: Herringtrade and the Imagery
Haringhandel en de beeldspraak

The music goes on. You so busy with invention
and question, you don't know. The music goes on.
Remember sadness. Look for a trace in the winestep.
It is a memory. Waving strings. The music goes on.
Look for a trace in the winestep. Words drag a
memory of ancient failure. It left a remarkable
testimony. You find out. Fate is feminine. You know.
A dead body needs but little space. You find out.
Not to have loved it would be worse. Not to have
questioned would have been worse. Life is a
miserable coincidence. You know. The music goes on.
Wherever water flows, it is part of the game. You
find out. Fate is feminine. It left a remarkable
testimony. Not to have loved it would be unforgivable.
Passion is unforgivable. Wherever the Wolga flows
with it. It is part of the game. Daring, persistent
the old man rows and turns the music into water
again. Not to have tried would be unforgivable.

The faucet drips. Find out now where the meadows
are. The faucet drips. Do you know the reason why?
Same sacred knowledge? The faucet drips. Where
does it come from? Fresh green meadows. A word
and another next to it. You know the reason why?

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A word and another next to it. And silence in

 

between. The faucet drips. And silence in between.

 

You know the reason why? In between the faucet

 

drips. Tell us more about the faucet, drip.

 

Some sacred knowlegde, corrupted, hidden, in

 

between. You know the reason why? Each thought

 

requires an interval, each interval equals a

 

silence. Sound-proof intoxication. But a fungus

 

for instance. Being no ape but a fungus for instance,

 

or a civilised chip, bad food for silence. A word

 

and another next to it. Being no ape but a fungus

 

for instance, or mature salad. Silence of salad,

 

sacred salad. Each step forward requires one

 

more bit of space. Each step downwards requires

 

one more step forward. And a lot of silence in

 

between.

Get me to the wake on time
With love comes habit, with habit comes history.
With history comes image, with image comes fancy.
With fancy comes misery. With misery comes resurrection.
God grant it may be so. Perception of habit.
Inhibition of image. Shadows asleep explain it.
Gloss as distance settled darkness below. Busy
shadow. Exalted stories rise from the dark and fall
into ashes again. It clinges to the locked place
behind it. With place comes being. Being a hippopotamus
for instance. Being a hippopotamus one swots in the mud
below. With mud come tradesmen. With trademen come
hobbies. Such errors as walking ahead on water
have not changed throughout the years. As a clergyman
one should know better. As a hippo one knows better.
A hippo doesn't know anything at all.

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With interpretation comes misunderstanding.

 

Hand-clapping for instance. With exaltation comes

 

boredom. Boredom dressed with sauce-age. With sauceage comes corruption.

According to potatoes cissors are
different. According to cissors
pincels are different. Both pincel and
potatoe are a different thing.
A potatoe is a different being.

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Being different a potatoe and a pincel

 

have something in common.

 

It being different is the thing.

 

The difference of it is indifferent:

 

it is always different. According to

 

salad for instance a brickwall is

 

different. But cuttings are indifferent

 

according to cissors. So salad and

 

brickwalls have something in common.

 

So brickwalls and pages, esp. when being

 

part of an album, have something in common.

 

A book is a remarkable thing.

 

Being a stone is being something different.

 

According to cissors for instance.

 

Being a stone, difference is one thing,

 

indifference the other.

But in the beginning indifference and difference had something
in common. In the beginning indifference and difference
have something in common. The beginning: indifference,
difference, we have something in common. Indifference and
difference had something in common. And difference had
something
common. Difference: do we have something in common?
Did we have something in common? Something in common.
In common. Common.