Veerle Koops, Grade 12
UWCEA Arusha
This is quite a fictional interview with a person that I, though having never even met them, find very inspiring. Her name is Froukje, and she is a Dutch artist. She inspires me because the language we speak, I believe to have a special manner of formulation and word combination. I personally carry a strong love for the art of documentation, especially with words. To me Froukje is almost a representation of this. I enjoy listening to her music a lot, and often do this on moments that are special to me. At this very moment, I am far away from my home country. When I play Froukje’ s music in the middle of the night in a cafe, bus or rooftop, I am giving this story a relation to my personal story, and I cherish this deeply. This article is a rearrangement and translation of selected song lyrics. This is a fictive manner of answering questions with her words, and an attempt to translate the poetry she creates.
When do you feel inspired?
Everytime the evening falls, there is heaviness around the evening.
Whenever dusk comes, the evening is soft.
It was monday and the sky was purple.
Once you wake up, you can’t fall asleep anymore.
I can never sleep again.
Endless nights.
I feel incredibly good
How would you describe the different stages of your career?
I am only worth something if I win.
The world can do without me, how should I be special?
I am someone with a voice.
All week, I am building.
With every victory, I fill a part of my emptiness.
I don’t have success.
The less I do better than the others, the more I know it: the more I ruin.
But I change.
I have a goal so I’ll think ahead.
And directly I am gambling with my chances.
I get my things sorted.
This time for real, because I’ve been trying for a while.
I am miles ahead of you.
I am worth something, because I’m winning.
Can’t you read me, or did you finish?
It hasn’t been bad at all, I just got here.
The only thing I know, we won’t go back to then.
Life is a pattern and I get rewarded a lot.
Who has found the gold, keeps desiring something.
I don’t know who I was, when everything started.
We forget and replace. Now, I am merely a voice without a face.
How does the writing of your songs develop?
I am aware that I don’t talk a lot, but I try without sound.
I collect my thoughts and sort them to colour.
I want to scream but my voice is too soft
I need to cry to write
I write to you
I can learn a lot from your head.
I have feeling for the things I sing.
Something complete sometimes has to break.
I get crazy from the silence, crazier from talking
Whenever the dusk comes
It is insane how fast the dusk settles into me
It seems I stun instantly
There is something that does not want to speak
For a while they were quiet
The voices in my head, I meet them
I crack and break, until i speak in mistake
I didn’t say that intentionally!
Just as well: i haven't said it
Did I say that?
Painless thoughts.
Did I say that
Photo Credit: https://www1.24musicplay.com/download-album-froukje-uitzinnig/
When do you feel inspired?
Everytime the evening falls, there is heaviness around the evening.
Whenever dusk comes, the evening is soft.
It was monday and the sky was purple.
Once you wake up, you can’t fall asleep anymore.
I can never sleep again.
Endless nights.
I feel incredibly good
How would you describe the different stages of your career?
I am only worth something if I win.
The world can do without me, how should I be special?
I am someone with a voice.
All week, I am building.
With every victory, I fill a part of my emptiness.
I don’t have success.
The less I do better than the others, the more I know it: the more I ruin.
But I change.
I have a goal so I’ll think ahead.
And directly I am gambling with my chances.
I get my things sorted.
This time for real, because I’ve been trying for a while.
I am miles ahead of you.
I am worth something, because I’m winning.
Can’t you read me, or did you finish?
It hasn’t been bad at all, I just got here.
The only thing I know, we won’t go back to then.
Life is a pattern and I get rewarded a lot.
Who has found the gold, keeps desiring something.
I don’t know who I was, when everything started.
We forget and replace. Now, I am merely a voice without a face.
How does the writing of your songs develop?
I am aware that I don’t talk a lot, but I try without sound.
I collect my thoughts and sort them to colour.
I want to scream but my voice is too soft
I need to cry to write
I write to you
I can learn a lot from your head.
I have feeling for the things I sing.
Something complete sometimes has to break.
I get crazy from the silence, crazier from talking
Whenever the dusk comes
It is insane how fast the dusk settles into me
It seems I stun instantly
There is something that does not want to speak
For a while they were quiet
The voices in my head, I meet them
I crack and break, until i speak in mistake
I didn’t say that intentionally!
Just as well: i haven't said it
Did I say that?
Painless thoughts.
Did I say that
Photo Credit: https://www1.24musicplay.com/download-album-froukje-uitzinnig/
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