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|Date:||9/30/2007 3:32:22 AM|
Seven days long we walked to famous spots in literature and poetry.
Leaving at 9 AM and finishing almost every day at midnight; exhausted.
I was acompanied by seven poets and writers, a newspaper journalist and a tv cameraman; we never met before.
We started last week sundaymorning with a two hour radioshow I directed at a unique 150 year old castle-like place at the countryside and were surprised by the owner with a fenomenal gesture; we, as a group, may use his place for meetings in the future!
On our way we met others; a writer at the traintracks where Moluccan boys kidnapped a train and hold the travelers hostage for 12 days, several were killed; the writer wrote a book about it; we payed an hommage to poets and writers at the place where they lived; we were in prison, in churches, under the tree where our famous bluessinger and my friend Harry Muskee wrote his hit Window of my eyes; we stood at the graveside of a few dear friends and at some statues of others; one of us carried a 7 kg stone for 5 kilometers to lay it on the grave of his friend; we performed in the dark at a riverside and at a 'hunebed' a 5000 year old gravesite; we were live on radio, on television and in the newspapers; we walked side by side for about 140 kilometers; we were in joy, in tears of laughter and sadness or because we were deeply touched by the contribution of one of our fellow 'walkers'; I was vocally backed up by my friends when I sang a murder ballad on the spot where 3 people were killed some 125 years ago, I named them 'The Murder Choir'; I sang my song of the trees in the concentration camp where 102.000 people were transported from to the gaschambers of Nazi Germany; we were threatenend and chased off the road by a mad man in a Landrover; succeeded in our action goal to keep the house of our famous poet Vasalis out of the hands of an industry development plan; we were bone tired together and helped each other with sore feet, leaking shoes a.s.o. and put our signature on the small podium, our crew of 6 carried around everywhere we stood to perform; we were soaking wet, got almost blown off a bridge by strong winds and got cheered up by unexpected supporters along the way; rested at roadsides, in the grass, looked for shelter against the cold rain; watched how snakes and lizards fled when we approached; we observed the landscape and environment and wrote it down in small books and laptops; we had our poet of the day making his or her report of the day...
In the next coming weeks tv Drenthe will broadcast a serie of three documentaries of 20 min. each.
Last night I was asked to close the week of performances and I thanked my friends and the crew and all the people who showed up. And because it was the day Mickey died 5 years ago I finished singing 'Old friends'...
When we left at 1.30 AM we said goodbye, hugging and kissing like we were old friends. We were all a bit sad but our hearts were filled with respect and love.
Now we all have to find out how to translate impressions into inspiration, poetry, stories and songs.
But first of all I have to get rid of the smoke in my lungs, for almost every fellow walker was a smoker, which ment smoky rooms, bars, restaurants and cars...Ugggh!
I am tired and it may cost me a year of my life, but it enriched me with new friendship and comradery I dearly treasure and many special moments I won't ever forget.
| Mission completed! by Egbert at 9/30/2007 3:32:22 AM|
| Re: Mission completed! by Texas Granny at 9/30/2007 8:20:47 AM|
| Re: Mission completed! by Karen R at 9/30/2007 10:25:55 AM|
| Re: Mission completed! by RBach250 at 9/30/2007 11:44:49 AM|
| Re: Mission completed! by andrew p at 9/30/2007 6:56:23 PM|