Eat or share with the people.

haha what is it with parents and fruit.

“Eat your fruits, and do you wear clean underwear?” There will be a time when you will even miss all those questions and proposals.

Raspberries

I was at the Selm-reading and felt a bit peckish. But I like the anonimity of the crowd better than raspberries, so it wouldn't have been helpful.

I liked the reading very much, by the way. Unfortunately I sort of missed the last couple of sentences. Suddenly it seemed as if you were in a hurry to get to the end and you stopped articulating as clearly as you had done before.

Also: i was hoping you would talk about your success as an author, rather than about the failures early on in your career. Success is perculiarly absent in much of your work.

But those are just random musings. I really did enjoy it.

@Michel

Maybe you were feeling peckish because I scoffed all the cheese crackers before anyone had a chance to get to them. I'm sorry about that.
I disagree with what you say. Many people would argue: "your failures are also your successes." Was this not one of the messages of Arnon's reading?

I too was at the lecture yesterday and enjoyed it.
The ending was a little hasty and stylistically different than what came before. But it seemed to put a relativising footnote to a lecture on personal failure given by a much-acclaimed author, which I found integer.
Praise!

jan t

My mother never speaks about underwear. She does speak about STD's.

michel

The reading will be published in this week's "Groene Amsterdammer" (or next's week, I'm not sure) so you can read all these sentences you missed yesterday.

Arnon

Would you by any chance being interested in having your head done?

Mieke

That sounds as a threat. What is having your head done?

Sander

I'm afraid Mieke is offering me plastic surgery.

I need to make a bust, in order to accomplish that I need a head with spoken features, that's why I thought of you. There is only one but. That means I need two evenings from your time. One , let's say in September, to measure everything up, take picture and make a mould and another evening maybe in Novmber to check for the final touches.

Arnon

In other words, she needs to have your head examined.

By the way, it was nice meeting you yesterday, and Noa, and Mieke, and Vera, and, last but not least, Johannes.

On yesterday's reading

I have been to two readings of yours. On both occasions someone’s mobile phone went off – whilst you were reading.

Is this common?

Either way, it was worthwhile going to Leiden. Thank you.

@Mieke
I hope you are not a member of the Fabulous Plaster Casters.

Arnon
Why raspberries? Or why not?
I can see it all before me. A mother goes to the reading of her son. She thinks: It'll be nice to give him something on this occasion, a little present. But what? On the kitchen sink she finds the box of fresh raspberries she just bought. Why not? she asks herself, raspberries are full of vitamine C and the deep red goes perfect with the colour of his glasses. She could take the seedless grapes, or the tangerines, but she doesn't , wrong colour, wrong weight,...

Arnon, when I read about your raspberries, I couldn't help thinking of Osip's poem I sent you a few days/weeks ago. Did they cross your mind?

Jan

An excellent idea. In stead of mud wrestling , casting plaster at each other untill we grow stiff and form a 'tableau vivant'.
Now you understand my proposal. I secretly hoped for an opportunity to get even with Arnon. Moulding his face would be a rather terrifying experience for him.