I took pictures of happiness:
dead sharp intimate couples
And I felt like a peeping tom
This is how it went everyone
who viewed the series
No one's heart was opened
Not even from the cheerfulness
or the suppressed sorrow
of laughing people
nor from children, their play
their earnestness and their sweet looks
It was a lot, but no happiness
Then the winners, the jubilant
pleasure that spouts into the sky
with thousands of hands
and the ****** peace of sleep
the open mouths, saggy faces
and scary dreams, again
the absence of happiness
which only comes down
at the very last, in the morgue
Sep 9, 2022
Sep 9, 2022 at 3:05 AM UTC
I took pictures of happiness:
dead sharp intimate couples
And I felt like a peeping tom
This is how it went everyone
who viewed the series
No one's heart was opened
Not even from the cheerfulness
or the suppressed sorrow
of laughing people
nor from children, their play
their earnestness and their sweet looks
It was a lot, but no happiness
Then the winners, the jubilant
pleasure that spouts into the sky
with thousands of hands
and the ****** peace of sleep
the open mouths, saggy faces
and scary dreams, again
the absence of happiness
which only comes down
at the very last, in the morgue
Letter 148, from Herman de Coninck to Kathy Lindekens, October 15th, 1987 (in "Een aangename postumiteit: brieven 1965-1997", 2004)
Collection "Being"
