Last night I took "Drie op één perron" with me for an aftermatch drink. Good, but it's not a "pure poetry" book that I prefer. I'd like to have poetic proza, not "real" poetry. Not sure why yet, will try to figure that out.
On the way back it hit me: Nick Cave's "And the ass saw the angel" Now I only have to locate the box in which it is residing.
