LIST WITH PEOPLE ON THE COLD STONE Poem by Maarten van der Graaff

I don't want to be a cultural entrepreneur,
and I shout from the cold stone that I want love.
I am self-employed. I want love and artistic freedom.
There is money in poetry,
and I want money to buy pints,
because I'm boring and addicted to beer.
That is a boring addiction.
In a tunnel I imagine
that all roads are subterranean.
No more masochism in novels
or TV-series on taciturn, damaged men.
I'm talking to you.
I'm talking to you from the cold stone.
Somewhere a will is being broken.
Çağlar Köseoğlu on the cold stone.
I love Çağlar,
and I love Léjon Saarloos.
Léjon Saarloos on the cold stone.
Hannah van Binsbergen and Matthijs Ponte on the cold stone.
Sitting on the cold stone is a task of punishment.
You can come a cropper on the cold stone.
I would like to organise an illegal poetry event
but because the rebellious and secret
are fetishized by the producers of culture,
I can't be bothered.
I didn't come here to present a warmed stone.
The light is getting dirtier, the handwriting more obsessive.
Arno Van Vlierberghe and Mathijs Tratsaert on the cold stone.
Bert van der Beek on the cold stone.
Sitting on the cold stone is a labour of love.
Sitting on the cold stone is a stupid work of art.
I believe in repetition
and smell the silent breath of catastrophe.
Max Czollek danced to techno, produced techno
and thought he saw something. A different society
(now he's building pressure chambers).
Mina Pam Dick on the cold stone.
I'm talking to you from the cold cold stone.
All poetry is bourgeois,
all commonplaces are ours.
Come to me!
My pets will die
and I will lie beside them in the ground.
All culture will disappear
and I live in Utrecht, look for work
and eat things up.