Ode to the storyteller for mindert wijnstra he makes fluid what had been discarded congealed in the bin of time for years he can resurrect the ladies of the sea knows where the devil dances in the dark put on top of a horse by an old pack rat he leads you into the forest of imagination where the white lady restyles herself light he sees, yet it chafes with the bodach born and raised in a village the heath caused an uproar with foresters aiming rifle that’s the birthplace of a great storyteller as a teacher he knew how to form everyone let the children dream beyond fish and cattle now the sky brings setbacks and sorrows © Peter Vermaat Translation: Trevor M. Scarse
In the weekend of September 11 to 13, poets of Frisian poet pack and island poets met on the island Skylge/Terschelling, at the folk high school Skylgeralân.
There, they met and formed groups of two or three to explore the island and their poetry together. During the exchange, the creativity and inspiration were endless, because of the good company and the beautiful surroundings.
On Saturday evening, under a starry night in the amphitheatre de Rûnte, at the folk high school, the poets read their work made during the day. Poems were written collectively or indivually, but always inspired by the good company.
The poets performed in their respective groups.
On Sunday, it was time to leave the island again for the RIXT poets, though we hope to meet each other again, and poetry of the weekend will be published in due time.
From the 1st of August to the 7th, the Frisian Poets Pack RIXT convened at the Writer’s Ark of Rink van der Velde near the village of De Feanhoop. Every day a duo came here to work on a new verse for a collective poem.
The poet of the month, Cornelis van der Wal, had the honour of writing the first verse, and started the poem with the line ‘The lake doesn’t take the storm’ from the novel De nacht fan Belse madam by Rink van der Velde. This Line of Rink thus set the tone and direction for the poem and the week itself.
The regional broadcaster Omrop Fryslân called in every day to hear that day’s new verse. Thus, listeners of the afternoon radio programs ‘De middei fan Fryslân’, ‘Sneon yn Fryslân’ and ‘Snein yn Fryslân’ were able to follow the evolution of the poem. The week was capped off with a performance of the complete poem in the former haunt of Rink van der Velde – Café Marktzicht in Drachten – on the 8th of August.
The participating poets were:
Cornelis van der Wal
Rein de Lange
Edwin de Groot
Simen de Jong
Carla van der Zwaag
The storm The lake doesn’t take the storm and you won’t answer me back. Above the both of us drift clouds that want to cry. Underneath us the peat fire, your eyes wander off. I’m asking the reeds for guidance. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Perhaps I should take my leave of you. Let the lake for what it is and might a clean request hide in valleys far away where thunder grumbles in another tongue from the one I let myself be scared by. Do I want to exorcise the fire while it’s anchored within my being, or does the heat crackle the stump in twain? Do you still love me I asked you your silence is the answer that unsettles my soul the lightning forces a break line and splits the lake clinically into chaos. Sky fans out every which way. I no longer want to run in circles on still water like a pond skater waiting for a wave from you I leave everything behind. Cleansed it’s clear to me. The lake doesn’t take the storm but you should take me as I am. If only you’d taken me. You termagant, I push off our water soldiers. A damselfly stirs the empyrean skin across the plunge. The sound of the quant laughs. I’ve seen us. I saw your eyes no longer asking, I saw the lakes that won’t take. Once more I write light from stillness, know that I’ll drift with black swans.
Watch the video for the poem ‘The Storm’ and an insight of the week at the Ark.
Translation by Trevor Scarse
Video made by Geart Tigchelaar