Lies Van Gasse

Wenteling XVIII

Language: dutch

Translations: french (Révolution XVIII)

Wenteling XVIII

Deze nacht, tussen vuisten waar kruin op groeit
en een wit applaus op onze wanden,

wil ik vallen als glas.

Ik zal zelfloos aan u zijn
met in mijn hoofd een open spier
die haar geluk pakt.

Ik ben een wilde die de weg niet weet
op deze zacht gemaasde wand.

Mijn wereld is een zwaktebod.
In deze bossen ontgin ik mijn hart.

Dus deze nacht,
wanneer bomen in mijn ogen groeien
en elke tak mij sluit,

zet ik mijn potlood in het zand
en in de wereld.

Er zijn zachtere vormen van geleidelijkheid.
Het schijnt na tijden te verdorren.

Zo ben ik een nestkastje vol mensen
onder oude stenen bogen.

Er staan drie mannen aan de oever.
Soms kruipen de mannen op het dak.

Deze nacht rijd ik mij vast
in het alfabet van mijn herinnering

en hoe zacht ik ook wil vallen,
er zijn geen netten.

Lijnen zijn een afscheid van wat open lag
en vastgereden in het middelpunt

kan ik wel iets verbergen,
maar niet dit laatste akkerland.

Ik wil vrij zijn binnenin,
ook deze nacht.
en ademen, opnieuw beginnen.

Lies Van Gasse

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* 07.10.1983, Sint-Niklaas, Belgium
lives in: Borgerhout, Belgium

Lies Van Gasse made her debut in 2008 with the collection Hetzelfde gedicht steeds weer (The Same Poem Over and Over Again), which immediately captured the attention of readers and critics. Trained as an artist, Van Gasse often collaborates on art and poetry projects, such as Waterdicht(Waterproof), in which she illustrates a text written by poet Peter Theunynck. She also creates her own combinations of text and image, in what she calls “graphic poems;” in Sylvia, she disperses her verses with, over and in between drawings made with thick, black ink.

photo © private

With Annemarie Estor, Van Gasse developed a project based on the story of Kaspar Hauser, which they worked on between 2009-2013 and spun with new twists and a new format, enriched with colorful illustrations. As part of their collaborative procedure, each week Estor and Van Gasse wrote a postcard to each other on which they wrote a new stanza. They also invited other writers to contribute to the ever-evolving story. The project has been collected and published as The Book of Hauser.

Van Gasse’s most recent poetry collection is Wenteling(Revolution). In Dutch, “wenteling” has a whole set of connotations, from “a turning motion,” via “revolution,” to “surrender,” “enjoy” and “revel in.” The volume describes one day that is perceived differently in the minds of various speakers. The speakers find themselves locked in double binds and paralyzing impasses: when they move forward, they stumble upon walls; when they want to move backward, they realize that it is impossible.

The circle, then, is one of the dominant, most frequently repeated images in this collection, which is evident even on a formal level. The poem cycle, and the collection-as-whole, is one of the primary structuring principles underlying Van Gasse’s writing. Rather than composing separate, individual poems, Van Gasse often combines poems into systems held together by repeated themes and rhythmic musical language. She has characterized Wenteling as a “a piece of music in which themes are built into a composition, with nice improvisations or variations here and there.”

Struggle is the main subject of most poems in Wenteling, whether it is the struggle between two people in a relationship; the struggle of an individual to establish a self in relation to idealized images, dreams and desires of others; or the struggle of the poet with the pen and blank paper. A sense of loss, difficult to heal, looms in every poem, although sometimes irony and humor soften this melancholic tone. Theunynck, author of Waterdicht, observes, “Wenteling is an oppressing, cleverly formulated collection that leaves a lot of questions to the reader. It intrigues from the first until last stanza and forces readers to read over and over again.”

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