Tumult

They’re odd creatures, the dead, pushing into you, sitting with their cavities in your knees, their phalanges in your fingers writing a letter, just as sluggish as you are, as poorly informed about weather forecasts and mercy, about doubt and prices and when it’s dinner time, bedtime, time to take the dogs for a walk,…

How Can You Capture an Elusive Reality?

The Poetry of Eva Gerlach In the speech of thanks she gave in late 1995 on being awarded the Jan Campert Prize for her collection What Is Lost (Wat zoek raakt, 1994), the poet Eva Gerlach (1948-) told her audience about the ambition she had had as a girl of ten: ‘I wanted to describe…