Diary of Jones

Spoken Notes Venus vs Mars

Jones at Spoken Notes January 19th 9pm at MC Theater.

“Many dope poets will blow you away, with all they have to say. Make sure you’ll be there.”

The moment is now. Dalai Lama.

Ongeplande voornemens

On my way

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Diary of Jones for ID Magazine

2012, a new year and some new writings! This year I will start writing my column for ID Magazine. Every month you will find new happenings, thoughts, and views on life. Life of Jones that is, and again for all my Dutchies!

“Dat meisje met het geheime dagboekje, dat is hoe ze mij vroeger wel eens noemde. Nooit wetende dat ik die titel ooit met eer zou dragen, ging ik mijn jeugd door met het idee dat ik wel over mijn schrijfdrang zou heen groeien. Gedichtjes, verhaaltjes en gebeurtenissen. Alles schreef ik op, en gooide ik ook met al het gemak weer weg. Maar de drang om mijn ervaringen, gedachtes, gevoelens en fantasieën in woorden te omschrijven ben ik nooit verloren, en sinds een aantal jaren zelfs gaan waarderen, en delen in Diary of Jones..”

Vanaf Januari 2012 is de eerste versie te lezen. ID Magazine wordt op dit moment uitgegeven in de kop van Noord Holland (regio Texel t/m Alkmaar) en online te lezen op: ID Magazine

Christmas 2011

Today

Death is nothing at all

Death is nothing at all,

I have only slipped away
into the next room.

I am I,
and you are you;
whatever we were to each other,
that, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way
which you always used,
put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be
the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all
that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and
all will be as it was before,
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting
when we meet again!

Henry Scott Holland

No reason.