Night Train Weirding

Night Train WeirdingA. L. Snijders (trans. Lydia Davis) This morning at 11: 30, in the full sun, I go up into the hayloft where I haven't been for years. I climb over boxes and shelving, and open the door. A frightened owl flies straight at me, dead quiet, as quiet as a shadow can fly, I look into his eyes he's a large owl, it's not strange that I'm frightened too, we frighten each other. I myself thought that owls never move in the daytime. What the owl thinks about me,

aura-filled memory orgies

dat zou een terechte benaming zijn

hitherto unsuspected work into English

Het gedicht is geen schildering

drakensnot

a city block

whether they succeeded or not

and his early death sent shock-waves through the Dutch literary world

drawings by Jennifer Macdonald

aphoristic in form and radical in thought

between dark humor and harsh political realities

As Notley wrote these poems she realized that events during this period were connected to events in previous decades