good time

Among many things, Elmar Kuiper (1969) is a trained psychiatrical nurse, visual artist, playwright, film maker and a poet. Kuiper seems able to combine humour and sincerity, absurdism and sensitivity, in a completely unique and personal way. With his intense and sometimes slightly weird poems, and his deadpan performance, he was a revelation on many national and international stages. The poems provide ample evidence of originality, nerve and a strong associative flair. They deal with large themes: longing, love and death, power and impotence. In his writing everything is susceptible to doubt, nothing is rooted to the one spot.

good time
 
open-skinned was the land.
 
I sat on his shoulders,
held on to his hair.
 
he was the horse snorting
out air. I bounced
 
along, couldn’t get him to stop.
it had rained long and hard. so lightly
 
he galloped across the dense clay.
he lifted me up, set me down.
 
we both agreed; didn’t want to
wade through the pool where the godwit
 
rested, its beak tucked between its
 
feathers. he made himself smaller, sighed,
pointed at a peewit wheeling in its flight,
 
grazing the clouds, flying low
over the edge of its territory.
 
I wanted to say something,
bit my lip.



translation edited by Laura Watkinson

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