<p>'I was born in Belgium, I'm Belgian. / But Belgium was never born in me.' So writes Leonard Nolens in 'Place and Date', which captures a mood of political and social disillusionment amid a generation of Dutch-speaking Belgians. And throughout this selection we encounter a poet engaged with the question of national identity.<br>Frequently the poet moves into that risky terrain, the firstperson plural, in which he speaks as and for a generation ...