Publisher's Synopsis
Poems are like words that flow. This is fortunate because stagnant water stinks. Not frequently, they flow turbulent and rugged, like salty tears that were carried in a swirling river where it will live in the wild waves. In Rudolf van Ooijen's poems, something shimmers through. Thus, we find ourselves on the banks of a babbling brook in this second collection of poems. In the moonlight of a budding spring night, by the enchanting glow, we vaguely discern the devastating winter tracks. Lifted and carried, we return by stanza, and turn through a sometimes wildly meandering stream. Rudolf van Ooijen (Eindhoven, 1980) is a Burgundian daydreamer. His poems are short sketches of a trip to the moon. It is a special trip where you will be taken.
