Linus Bonduelle Reads from “Bundle”
Non-ticking clock in a Rotterdam room
The inn has not been mopped for ages, for a month. Cannot blame the mop. But I am here, this time with news of Bundle (BWolves 17), a collection of poems for a scrambled era written by Linus Bonduelle, who, during the early pandemic period, punched his pillow with poetry every evening and felt better for it. That’s Linus in the recording above, reading one such tender thump.
Bundle is illustrated by non-stop drawinger Pommelien Koolen, whose weekly sketchbook scans I so enjoy scrutinizing, and cleverly designed by Linus and Pom—long-time collaborators since they were teenagers—with a snug wrap-around flap in the tradition of important bureaucratic mail that you normally open with trepidation but here with glad curiosity.
In Bundle, limber poet Linus and meticulous inker Pom employ Seussian logic to deconstruct our illogical times, and the off-kilter askewity of interpersonal relationships, through hopscotching verse and Goreyesque drawings that are like first-aid posters sniffing licorice.
The book is now available on Kickstarter via the www.bundle.ink shortcut link, along with a poem-poster in Oxford-dropout blue and silkscreen prints of drawings by Pom in a ravishing rusty red.