Watou

Yesterday I finally went to the summer of poetry in Watou. I've wanted to do it for a few years. This year a friend from Mensa proposed to go together, and five people gladly accepted his invitation. He also proposed to have a picknick at noon out in the fields, which we did.

The concept is very good. Poems are presented in an original way in old houses and farms, combined with matching art. This year most poems were on stone blocklike object, projected on its top surface (about 1m by 2m) from the inside; of some a recording of the poet reading the poem played through speakers. It's really nice to read or hear a poem in the ceiling of an old farm where you can still smell the hay. These places really live, unlike my living room with my TV, PC, stereo and stacks of CDs all over.

I can't say I liked all poems. Some are way too unclear about what they are about, but some people seem to like that. I still like to know and especially feel what it is about. But there were still enough that I did like.