1. Shakespeare's Sonnet 78
2. Maarten's Sonnet for Judith-Elise
3. On writing poetry, fiction and other things
I am still paying back my walk of over three weeks ago, so I
am still not
feeling very well. But it may be improving some.
Before I go on, I should say that I have now copied the five files
about Thoreau that I wrote during May 2013 in their own directory in my philosophy
section (170 MB, over 15,000 entries):
there is under the last link. I did not make any changes, except in the
arrows that link them now in their new directory.
And now for some poetry:
Shakespeare's sonnet 78
So oft have I
invoked thee for my Muse
And found such false
assistance in my verse
As every alien pen hath
And under thee their poesy
Thine eyes, that taught
dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft
Have added feathers to the
And given grace a double
Yet be most proud of that
which I compile,
Whose influence is thine
born of thee.
In others' works thou dost
but mend the style,
And arts with thy sweet
graces gracèd be;
But thou art
all my art and dost advance
As high as
learning my rude ignorance.
Maarten's sonnet for Judith-Elise
Or so I feel when I see
And stand enrapt'd in awe and bliss
As all the me that is in me
Becomes engulfed in thee and all that is.
For all Nature seems to shine through thee
As I stand and stare and silently sing
In answer to the epiphany I see
For thou embodiest every thing.
Through thee I see all Nature flow
All shines through thee and thou in all -
So what can I do but gently bow
And tell thee how thou made'st me fall:
That thou art all and all is thee
And all in all make'st thou me see.
writing poetry, fiction and other things
I have a definite talent
for writing, but never published on paper, apart from two pieces in the
Dutch defunct daily "De Waarheid", in 1971; two pieces on philosophy in 1977; a booklet in a long defunct psychology
series in 1981, called "Publishing in psychology" (but in
Dutch); and ten
pieces in Spiegelooog,
in 1988-9. 
Apart from that, I published my site,
which is 410 MB at the moment, about half of which is Nederlog, and 170 MB of the rest
where there is some 30 MB or more of my own prose, nearly all as
comments to philosophical classics.
Next to that, there is my Journal, of which I have 25 MB on
disk, which is probably no more than half of it; and my Notes,
of which I have 30 MB on disk, again probably no more than half or
two/thirds of it.
Altogether, I wrote at least 100-150 MB of texts, and that is apart of
the approximate 200 MB in Nederlog since 2004. Here it should be noted
that in so far as this is on the site, it is in html, and hence a part
of it is formatting. 
What you can get is the 200 MB of Nederlogs plus the 30 MB
of my own prose in philosophy (in the comments to the classics,
often as long as the classics), plus ME in Amsterdam,
again 88 MB, about half of which is mine and also not copied (for it
also contains copied Nederlogs).
The reason I never even attempted literary fame in Holland is that I
found nobody I could associate with: Holland is a small and
provincial country, with many small and provincial writers, none of
whom really appealed to me. 
Had I been English or American, my situation would have been quite
different, and I might have tried to make a name for myself as a writer
of fictional prose, or at least of literary prose.
But another reason not to publish literary fiction or prose is that it
is not what I best like, which is scientific or philosophical writing -
fiction does not quite qualify for me as there are no standards for
truth, and fiction certainly never appealed to me in Holland in Dutch.
Then about the above poetry:
I think my lines, in this instance, are somewhat better than
Shakespeare's. They also are literally true: This is how a
woman may make me feel - in rare cases and brief moments of time.
And then I may write poetry, and otherwise I very rarely do.
Finally, why I do not even care to publish on
paper. There are two important reasons:
First, I do have a site, which has the great advantages that I need nobody's
permission and can publish whatever and whenever I want. Also, it is
the only one of its kind - I have seen plenty of sites since 1996, but
no one wrote as much as I did, in the ways I did it.
Second, I really am ill, and
have been so for 35 years now. I can do far less than anyone
who is healthy: Often, all I can do in a day is write a piece
and quickly upload that. (Besides, I really do not like Holland. This
is not by far as important as being ill, but it does set boundaries on
my enthusiasms to see myself in print, in Dutch.) 
There are also other reasons, but they are derivative.
 I think that is all, but I am not entirely sure.
Also, I should add I had been asked for all of this,
very probably would not have done it otherwise.
 It is quite difficult to say how much
 Indeed, I did not know anyone except
for W.F. Hermans,
who was an interesting man but not a great writer, and Theo
van Gogh, to whom applies the same, and with both I stopped
communicating in the 1980ies. Also, I have known a few others who wrote
and published fiction in Dutch, but none with an English
Wikipedia-lemma. The only Dutch writer with a deserved international
reputation is Multatuli
(who died in 1887). I did comment all of his 7 volumes of ideas, but again
nobody sees it (in this case, at least, this is pretense).
 Here I should add another detail: If I were to
publish on paper, I would get a whole extra administration, that would
be very heavy to do for me, while I can't make any money from
publishing, as long as I am in the dole.
Then again, everything would be completely different had I been
healthy, for then I would not live in Holland, to start with.
ME/CFS (that I prefer
to call M.E.: The "/CFS" is added to facilitate search
is a disease I have since 1.1.1979: