Huis van de Poëzie

On Thursday evening a part of the luxurious Karel V hotel was transformed into a House of Poetry. A number of bedrooms and function rooms became the setting for a variety of poetry readings.
The highlight of the evening was without doubt 'The Darkroom' where about 20 of us were handed sleeping masks to put on before we took our place in one of the bedrooms. Elsa and I got ourselves the best places on the huge bed (after having been jealous of the ones who'd got this ideal 'seat' in one of the other rooms earlier) and settled back onto the pillows in a room full of strangely penetrant esoteric scents. We put our masks on, the lights went out and the music and readings began. This time no 'live' poet but a recording, including Reve himself waffling on about Catholicism. What a wonderful voice he has. The last poet of the evening upstairs in the lecture room was also well-worth hearing. A high-speed hyperpoetess who could certainly teach some of the more draaaaawwwn out readers a thing or two about delivery.
I think my next Literary Outing will probably be to this new museum for which I picked up a few free entry tickets.