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Jef Geys – Kempens Informatieboek – SMAK – Gent

Posted in Kempens Informatieblad by admin on March 25, 2015

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Posted in Uncategorized by admin on March 22, 2015

Ina Vandebroek – Yes

Night falls and the crickets

burst out in unison.

A cool breeze dances

through the hills.

The night settles peacefully

over the land.

Under its dark blanket

the river continues

its unruly course.

Into the forest I stand,

down by the water hole.

Time fi bathe.

Time fi hurry up.

Mosquitoes never catch sleep.

They One Love every piece

of human body.

There’s no escape, no mercy.

Juney tells me burning

the John Charles bush

keeps them at bay.

Ancient knowledge,

modern wisdom.

There is no ailment of life

these hills can not remedy.

This is the yes land,

And I am a yes lady.

Ina Vandebroek (Portland, 21 March 2015)

Posted in Uncategorized by admin on March 22, 2015

Ina Vandebroek – The poetry of living

Too many people do not see

enough beauty in their struggle,

all they can talk about

is where they not are,

what they do not have,

what is missing from their life.

I say, what is missing

from your life is you.

You do not see the beauty

of this morning,

and how that is all the beauty

you should treasure.

Just look at that bird over there,

sitting content in a tree.

That bird should be your standard.

Yes, but I am poor, you say.

What kind of poverty, my friend?

Did you have to go to the river

to fetch water this morning?

Did you have to barter

cooking oil, salt or soap?

Did you watch your crops die

because of a drought?

Tell me again where you are

that you should not be.

Tell me why you should be happy first

and able to love second.

Tell me why you are not looking

at that bird.

Ina Vandebroek (Portland, 21 March 2015)

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Conversation de Paul Mc Carthy avec Donatien Grau- Monnaie de Paris (Culture)

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Posted in Uncategorized by admin on March 13, 2015

Ina Vandebroek – Stardust

People always ask me

where I’m from

and I hesitate to answer.

Why would it matter?

I’m here now.

What good is my whole goddamn

history to you?

Roots do not matter to the uprooted.

My accent ties me to a GPS point.

My cooking is of nations.

My thoughts won’t be boxed

or explained away.

My origin is the milky way.

My destination undisclosed.

My ashes will grow a tree.

I will be gone before you get to know me.

Ina Vandebroek (Kingston, 12 March 2015)

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Posted in Uncategorized by admin on March 12, 2015

My heart has found a home.
That home is a whole forest,
two mountains and a beach.
I travel back and forth.
I will not choose.
That too, is a choice.

I carry two breadfruit to the beach.
As a child I ran away from home,
my ticket to freedom this recipe:
Carry two apples in your hands.
Run. (I had no breadfruit then)
Pick apples that are of a deep,
deep green.
That way you’ll remember.

I can not leave the beach.
The breadfruits are roasting.
A swirl of smoke connects
their sweating skins to the night.
Mosquitoes dance around
the shadow of a quiet bird.
Now is eternity.

Why should I leave?
What else is there to see?
What can possibly be less forgotten
than this beauty?
The beach is empty.
All of humanity is too busy
watching nature on TV.

Ina Vandebroek (Kingston, 12 March 2015)

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