JdR. Podcast Columns & more

I didn't write for quite a while but now I did it again... Oops! It's another introspective column. Why? And why not a story? It could be so much more relatable for listeners and readers, you self-absorbed fool! Well, I tried to answer those questions in this fourteenth column.

This poem is an allusion to the insecure corona-situation. It's about waiting in confinement, though not directly undergoing the storm, still waiting for better days.

Een nieuwe categorie van teksten voor de JdR. Podcast! Dit is een kort gedichtje over het immer aanwezige geluid in ieders hoofd (of althans dat van mij), des te meer in tijden als vandaag.

This is the continuation of the story I started on the previous podcast episode (if you haven't listened to that one, you better check it out first). It's all uhm... experimental.

The key feeling I tried to build the two-parter short story around was one of disorientation. I think I definitely succeeded at making this messy enough to disorient the listener.

I asked Instagram followers to suggest any word at all I had to use in a coherent text. I received seven responses.

I decided to challenge myself and write a short story. This is the first part of the story, featuring three of the seven words. I don't really know where this is going so I will give my Instagram followers two plot choices for part 2, that will feature the remaining four words.

The seven words are:
Shenenigan
Test
Jeopardize
Discombobulated
Magnetism
Prank
Protozaorio

Another covid-driven column, this time in English and a bit more experimental than my previous one in Dutch.

Asking friends on Instagram to give me title suggestions to start a text from, this is what came out. I thankfully used the suggestion "A cobra in the trees" because snakes have so much symbolic power.

During the times of Covid-19, people like me have too much time alone with their minds which, at least in my case, leads to anxious thoughts on how to build a succesful future. Meanwhile, we are all potentially dangerous cobras to one another, possibly carrying the dreaded poison (virus).

That is what the text is about. I hope it comes out and hope you like it.

Thanks for listening.