Sasja Janssen
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the wind forced me to the right, my better side, that was where it was, there where the hogweed sucked me into the deep sea, I knew everything what we, animals, things are made of the blue of the sky that becomes demented in darkness why dust is not dust where everything comes from and disappears to why the day is killing me, me as the first person who knows everything without volume without depth just the way everything is so that I can do this. I waited in the green light. No one questioned my knowledge, I trembled when I realized. translated by Michele Hutchison From: Wie wij schuilen, Querido 2010 |
SASJA JANSSEN (1968) is a poet and novelist based in Amsterdam. Her work was nominated for several prices. Her poems feature the body in many shapes, from tool to target, from weapon to wound. Her collection Virgula was awarded with the Awater Poetry Prize 2021, a prize given by literary critics, an also won the prestigious Johan Polak Poetry Prize 2024. For her work she received the Adriaan Roland Holst-Penning 2024, an oeuvre prize. Her collections are translated into English and Spanish. Janssen has performed nationally and internationally, including at festivals in Nicaragua, Medellín, Mexico, Buenos Aires and London. She is a teacher creative writing.
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