{"id":26815,"date":"2023-10-17T17:00:33","date_gmt":"2023-10-17T15:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=26815"},"modified":"2023-10-17T17:00:35","modified_gmt":"2023-10-17T15:00:35","slug":"men-vroeg-antony-oomen-over-de-liefde-die-even-met-lege-handen-staat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2023\/10\/17\/men-vroeg-antony-oomen-over-de-liefde-die-even-met-lege-handen-staat\/","title":{"rendered":"men vroeg Antony Oomen &#8211; over de liefde die even met lege handen staat&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/antonyvoorkeur2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/antonyvoorkeur2-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-26816\" style=\"aspect-ratio:0.75;width:462px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/antonyvoorkeur2-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/antonyvoorkeur2-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/antonyvoorkeur2-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/antonyvoorkeur2.jpg 1536w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\"><br><strong>Context<\/strong><br><br><br><strong>je vraagt mij:<\/strong><br><br><br><strong>wat vermag de liefde hier, alsof zij niet<\/strong><br><strong>het laffe mitsen en maren moet verdragen<\/strong><br><strong>context: je bedoelt vergoelijking<\/strong><br><strong>van de haat, maar de liefde<\/strong><br><br><br><strong>wordt opgewekt door een partituur<\/strong><br><strong>bij aanraking, bij een idee<\/strong><br><strong>bij beelden en begrippen<\/strong><br><strong>zij walgt bij de geur van bloed\u00a0<\/strong><br><br><br><strong>zie hoe de jonge vrouw zich heeft bevuild<\/strong><br><strong>toen ze werd meegenomen, huiver<\/strong><br><strong>luidkeels huiver, huidhuiver<\/strong><br><strong>kippenvel, krijtje op het bord<\/strong><br><br><br><strong>krijskrijt!<\/strong><br><strong>alsof de smaak van haat<\/strong><br><strong>zich heeft verzoend met het zoet<\/strong><br><strong>van melk en honing<\/strong><br><br><br><strong>geen mitsen, geen maren,<\/strong><br><strong>maar honing en bloed<\/strong><br><strong>ijzer en steen en terzijde\u00a0<\/strong><br><strong>een verbrijzelde kinderschedel<\/strong><br><br><br><strong>hier juicht de gestoorde die zijn honden<\/strong><br><strong>trapt en mensenkinderen kleineert<\/strong><br><strong>wat hij meent te weten<\/strong><br><strong>doet geen recht aan<\/strong><br><br><br><strong>de waarheid van de adem<\/strong><br><strong>van de dreiging, van de rouw<\/strong><br><strong>de liefde staat even met lege handen<\/strong><br><strong>beweent walgend het dorre land<\/strong><br><br><br><strong>herkent in de verbrande boomstam<\/strong><br><strong>amper nog de olijfboom<\/strong><br><strong>en de rotsen en de smaak van druiven<\/strong><br><strong>waar nu een ezel hartverscheurend balkt<\/strong><br><br><br><strong>\u00a9Antony Oomen<\/strong><br><strong>17.X\/2023<\/strong><br><strong>Amsterdam<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\r\n\t\t<style>\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons {\r\n\t\t\t\tborder:0px solid #0FB5D6;\r\n\t\t\t\tborder-radius:5px;\r\n\t\t\t\tbackground:#3BD8FF;\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t text-align:right; 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