The Phone
The Phone
For Lucas Schlicher 
Oma en opa en de kostgangers - unknown
Oudoom - unknown
Unheard of in your worlds
Fragrant dome of sound and glory
But felt and touched
Loved and unloved
Seeing unseen, untasted tasting
I pick up
I pick up
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When I grab the old plastic I grip the past
As gymnasts hold poles I grasp
Through colours this ik-phone, this heavy crab
Sure as clock
Pendulums
Cut but connected
Old god of snow and beer and zuur vlees
Shining trumpet at
Sirring river mouth
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Klein meisje Ingenhut, gat in de muur meid
I zoom in op deze gapende mond
Ringed by numbers
I zoom in from touch screen millenium
All seen, all rung
Licht maar vol, Roermond
Oude God van regen en bier, koek en behang
Lion
Sleeping on an ice age, not extinct
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Do be do I attach yak tracks to my careless modern shoes
And backtrack to river mouth blues
En oude zekerheden
Porcelijn, koude ramen fogged by
En de ik-phone, het univers-centrum
The old God of cakes and water, zon en stof
Body of speech
Body touched and smelled, seen
Tasted, gehoord worden
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I hang on your dangling snoer, schansspring,
Hanging happy prisoner on your krullig monkey tail
To voices free of body
Warmth through
The wall’s touch screen I touch
Die wij strelen als we praten
In sure and certain hope
Van ons dagelijks ritme
Krab krabbels, kom afkomst kom
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Azijnmengsel, jeneverbessen, I climb in clinging clothes
Of others, Ad Infinitum en Piet Schlicher,
Marijke Ingenhut, the ringing tones
Van deze zware hoorn kroon
Draai click click click, draai click click click click
Koffie wacht op mij, good inside
Deuren smelten samen
Verschijnen en verdwijnen
Ik-phones let us go places we can’t go to
Andrew Cartwright
December 2010
