Remco Campert
Writer · 1929 – 2022
Remco Wouter Campert (The Hague, July 28, 1929 – Amsterdam, July 4, 2022) was a Dutch poet, columnist, and writer of short stories and novels. He was part of the literary movement of the Vijftigers. In 1976, he won the P.C. Hooft Prize for his poetry, and in 2015, the Prize for Dutch Literature for his literary oeuvre.
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MovieDocumentary"It was a kind of flywheel that you set in motion; I couldn't turn back at all," says Hans van Mierlo in the film about his political career. That career began in 1966 when he founded the political party D66 with a number of like-minded individuals. Clearly visible from the editorial office of the Algemeen Handelsblad on the Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal in Amsterdam, the unrest was crowing, fueled by Provo. The pillar society, which had kept the Netherlands afloat for so long, was no longer adequate. That was his analysis, and a much more direct democracy would have to take its place.
Hans van Mierlo, Wat Ik Nog Steeds te Schrijven Droom
Hans van Mierlo, What I Still Dream of Writing
2006
MovieTV MovieA behind the scenes look and edited registration of the groundbreaking theater play 'Going to the dogs' by the Dutch artist Wim T. Schippers. The play was performed by six Alsations (German Shepherds).
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Dutch author, poet and columnist Remco Campert still sits at his typewriter every day, despite his advancing age. This veteran of the experimental Dutch literary movement of the early 1950s known as the Vijftigers sees himself mainly as a poet, even though he might be more famous for his columns, short stories and public performances. He has carefully created an image of himself as a charming Sunday's child, loved by everyone. But who is he really? Director John Albert spent a year with Campert, quietly documenting his everyday life (the daily game of scrabble with his wife Deborah, a cup of tea, a cigarette, a glass of wine), as well as more intimate moments such as his admission to the hospital and conversations with his daughters and friends. He turns out to be a man of few words - at least verbally - but his poems tell a story of melancholy, mortality and approaching death. Fortunately, his writing keeps him going: "Poetry is an act of affirmation. I affirm that I am alive."