Blatant Bill presents serious Poetry:

For thee, O lord, I wear a Hat
 
When I finished this piece, I forgot the reason why I 
started it in the first place, so I browsed through 
old e-mail, and there it was: I reported Tom that an 
old friend had paid me a visit. During this visit he 
urged us to wear piramid-shaped hats in different colours: 
this would give us various kinds of energy. Later on, 
this reminded me of the fact that most religions or beliefs 
have remarkable side effects, such as making believers 
to wear unusual hats or clothing, or to hide innocent 
parts of their body, and, what is worse, make believers 
to injure and inflict pain on their offspring, and all 
of this is ment to enlarge the glory of their gods. 
Most likely these believers expect a reward from their 
gods for this behaviour. Still no reason for a song, 
because I do not like to focus attention to this kind of 
weird and even dangerous behaviour. But while working at 
an extremely dull spreadsheet, lo and behold: my inspiration 
brought forth this poem. (besides: first Jitske read the poem,
later I have added the sounds)


For thee, O lord, I wear a hat

The sun
The sun sparkles life
Shellfish and starfish on the beach
Birds enjoy the skies
A fragrance of fruits and old woods...

For thee, O lord
I wear a hat
so strange
and so unusual
that everyone
who sees my hat
expects it
to be crucial

And the ants work their hard labour, and the bees...

for thee, O lord
I hide my face
so fair
and full of loveliness
that every one
who don't believe
will think that
I hide ugliness

And tiny drops of dew sparkle in a spiders web....

for thee, O lord
I hide my hair
so soft
so bright and beautiful
and travelers
with other faith
will judge me:
utter foolishness
 And two young folks: love in a little boat
while water reflects tiny white clouds high above...

for thee, O lord
we circumcise
in pain
my child is suffering
the only thought
this all will bring
he will see
morbid cruelty

And a child sees for the first time snowflakes on its coat...

for thee, O lord
we dress in red
so bold
we do know everything
and people say
with some dismay
they must be
weird and maddening

The moon
The moon shines bright
wolves - and wolverines - howl
The wind
The wind blows ashes over the world
And fades


25 januari 2000, Willem Scheelings: music; composition; recording
Poem read by Jitske van den Oever