clinical

I was biking across the stretch of patchy, squelchy grass in front of the Simon building listening to Surgeon, British DJ and purveyor of a clinical brand of the proverbial 'banging techno', on my iPod. Seeing a magpie in my path I barked at it and it flapped away to my right, landing a safe distance away. I did not scare it exactly but I certainly made it jump.

Though I am not saying the music definitely caused me to react to the bird in this way, I am reasonably sure that if I had been listening to some Debussy, I would not have barked at the magpie.

Yo, waddup Bird?

I went to see Onyx at 013.
Fredro Starr constantly referred to the audience as 'my real niggaz' and 'street niggaz'.

Now I'm a street nigga.

Warme Liefde

I was shelling pistachio nuts in the studio with Willem. I had put the iPod on shuffle and connected it to the hi-fi.

"Ai, Marieke Marieke..." sang Jacques Brel, as we munched the salty green kernels.
"I thought that was somebody in our house," said Willem.

Baby's hungry

Wytze grabbed the bowl of sweet potato and carrot puree from Linda.
"Laat mij het doen schatje; ik voel me anders zo nutteloos."

de stemming was opperbest

Ingrid said she did not think Menno Pot was deconstructing football chauvinism. He was chubby. I am skinny.

Later in the Cul, the DJ played an unadventurous and rather turgid selection of songs. I am seeing cliches everywhere, like pigeons.

Dirty pigeons at that.

FANITY

I passed a house
I liked it
They'd just had a girl, and there was a banner in the window
FANITY

Fanity.

Gijs van Schijndel's poetry made a dog bark at Zaal 16 on 10 March.
Not all live poetry can achieve that.

LIFE on staych,
GIVE IT UP forr
FANITY!!!

Icarus Schmicarus

A cyclist this morning, cycling hands free and flapping his hands up and down like wings, but then parallel to the bike. He crashed into a stationary car and flew up into the air, executed a double somersault and landed in a mound of sweet wet sand. His flabby buttocks cushioned his fall, but his composure was ruffled....

blog title: Adrian Mitchell poem