Five poems by Luuk Gruwez

Fat People Fat people know everything about love, up to the remotest corners of their body, the catacombs of their own flesh. Their belly is the foreign country where they live, continuously yearning for the slimmest waists that make their mouths water like pastry. Nobody is more sincerely sad, so cheerfully mournful in those distant…

Poets Pick Things Up all over the World

The Poetry of Luuk Gruwez In an essay written in 1980 the Flemish poet Luuk Gruwez (1953-) drew a distinction between poets whom he likened to piano-tuners, and other poets whom he described as singers. The latter group, in which he included himself, ‘emerge from their poems as people of flesh and blood, not as…

Fat People II

They can play such silly games with their flesh that preys on cotton candy or on gingerbread, up to their last kilo of ridicule searching for all the sweets of love. Their body is not their own. Each small surplus is a great lack. But if they strip the rind off of their soul, they…

The Monks of Sénanque

They died there quick and quiet with no redundant death rattle hastened away from death-place to death-place, years older from years of longing. Like singular lovers they lived in the landscape, broken of desires of abundance, benign as something not feared any more. they would never move home again. And we, who had come from…