{"id":21429,"date":"2022-05-02T06:51:36","date_gmt":"2022-05-02T04:51:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=21429"},"modified":"2022-05-02T07:44:56","modified_gmt":"2022-05-02T05:44:56","slug":"karin-beumkes-over-walgsap-en-het-vel-dat-uit-hun-lompen-hing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2022\/05\/02\/karin-beumkes-over-walgsap-en-het-vel-dat-uit-hun-lompen-hing\/","title":{"rendered":"Karin Beumkes over &#8216;walgsap&#8217; en &#8216;Het vel dat uit hun lompen hing&#8230;&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/karin5.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/karin5-570x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-21430\" width=\"397\" height=\"713\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/karin5-570x1024.jpg 570w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/karin5-167x300.jpg 167w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/karin5-768x1379.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/karin5-855x1536.jpg 855w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/karin5.jpg 1136w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 397px) 100vw, 397px\" \/><\/a><figcaption><br><em>Dear Pom,<br>Deze maand heb ik lang nagedacht wat ik in zou sturen, uiteindelijk koos ik voor dit gedicht.Er zit een zweem van twijfel in<br>omdat het een nieuw gedicht is en ik ben er nog niet zo aan verknocht.Ik werk door, dan ontstaat er vanzelf iets.En als ik daarvoor<br>met de billen bloot moet, let it be.<\/em><br><em>Liefs,Karin &#8211;<\/em><br><br><em> hoi kaar tsja het is wel even wennen hoor zo een sapje op je nuchtere maag van de maandag. maar dat god de schuld aan alles is maakt veel goed. want dat is ook zo. god en in een breder verband godsdiensten zijn nu eenmaal schuld aan alles. en de klm en poetin natuurlijk. die maken de wereld en pappa ook niet rijker. &#8216;De dood was eroverheen gegaan,<\/em>&#8230;&#8217; <em>is een prachtzin. xpom<br><\/em><br><br>Mijn pappa had geen geld,<br>dat was alles. De meeste konijnen<br>die we aten waren eerst voor vogels.<br>De dood was eroverheen gegaan,<br>ze stonken volop met stijve staarten.<br>Het vel dat uit hun lompen hing<br>had dezelfde kleur als walgsap.<br><br>Ik prakte ze dapper met spinazie<br>maakte een piramide van aardappels<br>begroef de jus met hi\u00ebroglyfen.<br>Ik zag Ra zweven op het klassieke omabord.<br>We aten met smaak misvormde ogen.<br>en na het eten bedankten wij de God<br>die alles had misdaan.<br><br>Muziek: <strong>Joni Mitchell &#8211; Both sides now<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/aCnf46boC3I\">https:\/\/youtu.be\/aCnf46boC3I<\/a><br><br><br>PS de muziek is verrukkelijk! <br>KARIN BEUMKES<\/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-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now (HD)\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/aCnf46boC3I?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; 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