Articles tagged "Belgian Literature"
"There are things you mustn't ask questions about. Some people get sad."
The Belgian graphic novelist Jeroen Janssen first traveled to Rwanda in 1990. Both he and his then-wife taught at an art school in Nyundo for four years until they were forced to flee. In 2007 he returned and revisited the school and the surrounding area. Abadaringi collects his impressions from that and subsequent visits.
from “My Body Laid Bare”
Thankfully, the advent of my friends’ sexuality took me out of the lonely guilt I felt after being molested. The first year of middle school is the occasion for young studs to swagger onto the scene. Once past primary school, they become frustrated little stallions, keen to know their first successes, eager to flaunt the power they feel swelling between their legs. As they develop miniature male physiques, they train their changing voices to take on a virile resonance, grow peach fuzz...
Let Us Talk
First, we will bury you in the sand, with your head free to speak about mutual understanding, about peace; first, we will make your field our own, station soldiers between mine and thine, direct the camera from our side; first, we will count our dead from the past two thousand years and justify the beating, and wipe the spit from our hands and declare—it's clear as day; you want no peace in this land. Translation of "Laat ons praten," from...
The Tiny Bones She wrote the perfect sentence. It was not crafted; it tumbled freely from the heavens, straight into her head. She didn't do anything. She just sat. And there it was, then, fully formed. She was not to blame. She always wondered what it would feel like, to write the perfect sentence. Now she knew. She always wondered what it would sound like. Like Hendrix on a hot summer night, or Johann Sebastian Bach on a churchly morning? It did. When she took it in her mouth, it...