My life as an amateur. Part 101.

 I am not such a friendly person these days. I should visit a friend who didn’t want to see me for seven years. Now he has a progressive brain disease. I think I need a barn next to a nice house in the countryside. In that barn I would like to show art from fellow artists. Tonight I listened to the record Greatest hits by Marianne Faithfull full of scratches. Mono. So, from  ‘Springvossen’  by Hans Faverey ( after death ) I stole two words that are meant to be written on an object of art I am creating: zich uitzondert. Yesterday I got a call from a genderhealth care institute. The person on the phone told me that it is my turn, Monday morning 9.00, in Almere. Only one year waiting, it’s really right on time. Today I bought ten second hand jazz records, one euro and twenty cents each. Mental note, I am listening to the podcast Poëzie Vandaag , 800 poems read by Ellen Deckwitz. While cycling I heard this poem written by an American transgender, it was fabulous. I have to trace back the name.

zich uitzondert

zich uitzondert

velt de hemel, velt

de hemel de verkleuring

vooral dat laatste, hoe 

wit en nagelaten de rossige

vos de niet-vos achterop

springt

bladerdek alleen

wit gelaten

hoe wit; zich

uitzondert