
De onstuimige spelbreker
Veenman Publishers
Jan Wolkers photographed by Koos Breukel Texel 3-Sep-2007.
I love death as a tempestuous killjoy. You rant on with plenty of Homeric explosions of images, look at your friends with an overconfident smile, raise your glass, clench your fist as though you are indestructible and suddenly collapse as though your tendons are cut. There you lie, surrounded by pieces of broken glass as the wine drenches your clothes.


