After reading…

…’the Taming of a Shrew’ i was no longer certain if the moon was the moon, or the colour red, red. A literary teaser to see if the audience is ripe for esoteric Shakespeareana. If i say ‘Dekker’, do you immediately think of your roofing guy (dakdekker), or DO YOU think of Daphne Dekkers, a much more dangerous phenomenon? You might otherwise think of your washing, or your bodyguard, or think in English… Whatever.

He’s snuck some free time to indulge pen to paper again, like a monkey at a typewriter for all eternity. Giggles and laughter ensue. Binnenpret dan. (‘Binnenpret’ is literally translated as ‘inside fun’ and is the direct opposite of ‘binnenvet’ or ‘inside fat’ or that feeling of chewing something over in your mind. The laughter of the former is to the fat of the latter liposuction of the suffering soul).

Not exactly a playful language ‘dutch’, is it? Individual and particular, yes. Noooooo, me you don’t see speaking like a dutchie, therefore no i is given a chance to rule the roost exclusively. Together we are one, between shame lips and prepuce, past that plus-minus feeling, we become one.

here inside, it’s a big audience I’m playing for. I myself exist out of thousands of thoughts and shapes. All convinced of their being right. Sometimes thoughts in opposition to each other, where I claims to be right above another I.

My name is legion. Spout devils and hellfire. Strange huh? the word strange? Funny innit? Weird is strange too. Hmmm weirdo? Yeah you, you funny little weirdo!

But everything good comes to an end sooner or later. Your prince or princess once again becomes a toad. And we become two slightly sticky, exhausted exteriors, which remain as a sign of our love. When two become one, one does and will suffer, becoming two separates eyeing one another.

Strange is the way of love.