Dichtersbankje | Jules Deelder

Foto: © Hans Mellendijk | Landverhuizersplein | Rotterdam

Uit de collectie Mellendijk (keuze dichter en gedicht) voorraad Mellendijk: Jules Deelder⇲

Zijn gaan is

een komen

Zijn komen

een gaan

Hij houdt niet

van zitten

Hij blijft

liever staan

Zichzelf

en de wereld

een raadsel

(Uit: De Zwarte Jager - J.A. Deelder, 1973)

De Bezige Bij⇲

Lotgenoten,

Ons gaan is een komen

Ons komen een gaan

De zin van het leven

is dat we vergaan

De wereld van iedereen

Niemand de baas

Het heden is eeuwig

Alles is waar

God of Jehova

Allah Jahweh

De één is de ander

De ander de één

Ontsteekt uw geweten

Kijkt om u heen

Het lot dat we delen

laat niemand alleen

Jules Deelder (1944-2019)

uit: Ruisch (2011)

Dichtersbankje | Mick Jagger & Keith Richards

Foto: © Bernard Harfsterkamp | Aalten 

Uit de collectie Mellendijk (keuze singing songwriters) voorraad Bernard Harfsterkamp | Keith Richards⇲ & Mick Jagger⇲

I'm just sittin' on a fence

Since I was young I've been very hard to please
And I don't know wrong from right
But there is one thing I could never understand
Some of the sick things that a girl does to a man, so

I'm just sittin' on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is too horrifying
So I'm sittin on a fence

All of my friends at school grew up and settled down
And they mortgaged up their lives
One things not said too much, but I think it's true
They just get married 'cause there's nothing else to do, so

I'm just sittin' on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is too horrifying
So I'm sittin on a fence

I'm just sittin' on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is too horrifying
So I'm sittin on a fence

The day can come when you get old and sick and tired of life
You just never realize
Maybe the choice you made wasn't really right
But you go out and you don't come back at night, so

I'm just sittin' on a fence
You can say I got no sense
Trying to make up my mind
Really is too horrifying
So I'm sittin on a fence

Writers: KEITH RICHARDS, MICK JAGGER

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zie ook Harfsterkamp rubriek vanaf een bankje in Aalten Vooruit⇲

Dichtersbankje | Charles Bukowski

Foto: © Hans Mellendijk | Rockefeller Plaza | New York City

Uit de collectie Mellendijk (keuze dichter en gedicht) voorraad Mellendijk: Charles Bukowski⇲

The Strongest of the Strange

.

you won’t see them often

for wherever the crowd is

they

are not.

those odd ones, not

many

but from them

come

the few

good paintings

the few

good symphonies

the few

good books

and other

works.

and from the

best of the

strange ones

perhaps

nothing.

they are

their own

paintings

their own

books

their own

music

their own

work.

sometimes I think

I see

them– say

a certain old

man

sitting on a

certain bench

in a certain

way

or

a quick face

going the other

way

in a passing

automobile

or

there’s a certain motion

of the hands

of a bag—boy or a bag—

girl

while packing

supermarket

groceries.

sometimes

it is even somebody

you have been

living with

for some

time—

you will notice

a

lightning quick

glance

never seen

from them

before.

sometimes

you will only note

their

existance

suddenly

in

vivid

recall

some months

some years

after they are

gone.

I remember

such a

one—

he was about

20 years old

drunk at

10 a.m.

staring into

a cracked

New Orleans

mirror

facing dreaming

against the

walls of

the world

where

did I

go?

.

Dichtersbankje | Writers: Fred Ebb

Foto: Hans Mellendijk | Brooklyn Heights Promenade

Uit de collectie Mellendijk (keuze tekstdichter) voorraad Mellendijk: Fred Ebb⇲

Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I wanna to wake up, in a city that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one

These little town blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York
And
If I can make it there
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York
New York
New York

Writer: Fred Ebb, Composer: John Kander

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