{"id":19889,"date":"2021-11-01T06:16:50","date_gmt":"2021-11-01T05:16:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=19889"},"modified":"2021-11-01T06:23:09","modified_gmt":"2021-11-01T05:23:09","slug":"karin-beumkes-in-mens-en-melodie-op-de-maandag-ik-kocht-twee-waterpistolen-pm-mijn-oude-liefde-te-vermoorden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2021\/11\/01\/karin-beumkes-in-mens-en-melodie-op-de-maandag-ik-kocht-twee-waterpistolen-pm-mijn-oude-liefde-te-vermoorden\/","title":{"rendered":"KARIN BEUMKES in mens en melodie op de maandag: &#8216;ik kocht twee waterpistolen om mijn oude liefde te vermoorden&#8230;&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\">ik kocht twee waterpistolen\nom mijn oude liefde te vermoorden<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/karinbb2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/karinbb2.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-19034\" width=\"360\" height=\"480\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/karinbb2.jpg 720w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/karinbb2-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 360px) 100vw, 360px\" \/><\/a><figcaption><em>Dear Pom<br><br>Ik ben in een chagrijnige bui en weet bij god niet wat ik vandaag zal insturen. Het licht in de kamer is donker, de poezen zijn in winterslaap, het half verpieterde gras wacht tot de permafrost hier ook zal smelten. He getverderrie, wat ben ik somber. Vooruut man, de klompen an en de zuidwester op. Beumkes gaat naar zee, bereid het voor.<br><br>Liefs Karin<\/em><br><br><br><strong>Schreeuw<\/strong><br><br>Oh malle mussen op het dak<br>jullie vielen vast voor mij<br>of wilden die zinderende snavels mij iets zeggen<br>ren deze zomer uit zo hard je valt<br><br>ik kocht twee waterpistolen<br>om mijn oude liefde te vermoorden<br>soms wil dat lukken<br>soms ook niet<br>de schietpartij is uitgebleven<br>mijn dode arm werpt weer een nieuwe vlag<br><br>morgen komt de zuster vragen of ik wat drinken wil<br>ik wens een gil in een geel glas<br>een therapie moet mij genezen<br>op mijn schoolbord kan ik alles kwijt<br>ik wens een gil uit een stuk krijt.<br><br><br>Muziek: <strong>Tom Waits &#8211; Yesterday is here<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/6Dnv5L59eSo\">https:\/\/youtu.be\/6Dnv5L59eSo<\/a><br>Muziek<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-4-3 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div 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