| Our nature to keep | |
| our world safe makes us afraid -- | |
| of foreign people. | |
| Je wereld veilig | Du willst deine Welt |
| willen houden maakt je bang -- | sicher halten, du hast Angst -- |
| voor buitenlanders. | vor den Ausländern. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-08
Évian (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2017
Poem (collection "Adrenaline" and video "Évian" in 2019)
Évian Conference in 1938 (32 countries) on the Jewish refugees from Germany and Austria, after which the Völkischer Beobachter writes on July 13th: "Keiner will sie haben" ("Nobody wants to have them")
Collection: Whirligig Scribbler
Keyword: Fear: insecurity
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
| The news-reports flush | |
| waves of drowning refugees -- | |
| into our livings. | |
| Het nieuws spoelt golven | Die Tagesschau spült |
| verdronken vluchtelingen -- | ertrunkene Flüchtlinge -- |
| de huiskamers in. | in die Wohnzimmer. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-08
Évian (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2017
Poem (collection "Adrenaline" and video "Évian" in 2019)
Collection: Whirligig Scribbler
Keyword: Human: fellow man
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
| We are helplessly | |
| squirming, drowning in our fear -- | |
| of the refugees. | |
| Wij spartelen zelf, | Wir selbst ertrinken, |
| verdrinkend in onze angst -- | zappelnd in unserer Angst -- |
| voor vluchtelingen. | vor den Flüchtlingen. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-08
Évian (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2017
Poem (collection "Adrenaline" and video "Évian" in 2019)
Collection: Whirligig Scribbler
Keyword: Fear: insecurity
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
| The boat deflates: air, | |
| no wreckage as a lifebuoy -- | |
| and nowhere a coast. | |
| De boot loopt leeg: lucht, | Das Boot läuft leer: Luft, |
| geen wrakhout als reddingsboei -- | kein Holz als Rettungsboje -- |
| en nergens een kust. | und keine Küste. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-08
Évian (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2017
Poem (collection "Adrenaline" and video "Évian" in 2019)
Collection: Whirligig Scribbler
Keyword: Death: harshness
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
| Listen to my voice, | |
| do not bury my poems -- | |
| in any dead book. | |
| Luister naar mijn stem, | Hör meine Stimme, |
| begraaf mijn gedichten niet -- | vergrabe Gedichten nicht -- |
| in dode boeken. | in toten Büchern. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-22
The capital (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2016
Poem (in DW B magazine (Dietsche Warande & Belfort, 2016-3, and in the collection "Ik hier jij daar")
Collection: Human excess
Keywords: Communication (sending), Attention: exist
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
| The boat refugees | |
| drown, and only after that -- | |
| they're floating about. | |
| Bootvluchtelingen | Die Bootsflüchtlinge |
| verdrinken, en daarna pas -- | ertrinken, und erst nachher -- |
| blijven ze drijven. | schwimmen sie herum. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-22
The capital (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2016
Poem (in DW B magazine (Dietsche Warande & Belfort, 2016-3, and in the collection "Ik hier jij daar")
Collection: Human excess
Keyword: Foreigners: inhumanity
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
| The war means dying | |
| of hunger, inside the cage -- | |
| oh, poor canary. | |
| Oorlog is sterven | Der Krieg ist sterben |
| van de honger, in de kooi -- | an Hunger, im Käfig, ach -- |
| Arme kanarie. | Kanarengirlitz. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-22
The capital (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2016
Poem (in DW B magazine (Dietsche Warande & Belfort, 2016-3, and in the collection "Ik hier jij daar")
Collection: Human excess
Keyword: War: death / victims
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
| I wrap myself up | |
| in my poem, to show me -- | |
| show my open wounds. | |
| Ik doe mijn gedicht | Nackt in Gedichten |
| aan, om me te laten zien -- | will ich mich zeigen, meine -- |
| mijn open wonden. | offenen Wunden. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-22
Schizophrenia (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2016
Poem (in DW B magazine (Dietsche Warande & Belfort, 2016-4, and in the collection "Ik hier jij daar")
Collection: Being my own museum
Keyword: War: trauma
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
| When my sorrow broke, | |
| I bought a pack of old grief -- | |
| Now I'm a poet. | |
| Toen mijn verdriet brak | Als mein Kummer brach, |
| kocht ik een pakje oud leed -- | kaufte ich ein altes Leid -- |
| Zo werd ik dichter. | wurde ein Dichter. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-21
How I became a poet (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2014
Poem (collection "Weg van Damascus")
Collection: WriteWiser signage
Keyword: Sadness: process
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
| Please give my corpse back | |
| to my friends, with my fingers -- | |
| for them to divide. | |
| Geef mijn lijk terug | Gib meine Leiche |
| aan mijn vrienden, mijn vingers -- | meinen Freunden, die Finger -- |
| om te verdelen. | sollen sie teilen. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-21
Details (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2014
Poem (collection "Weg van Damascus")
Collection: Human excess
Keyword: War: remembrance
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
| The bullets hit holes | |
| in the bodies, the water -- | |
| is draining out red. | |
| Kogels slaan gaten | Die Kugeln hauen |
| in het lichaam, het water -- | Löcher in den Körper, Blut- |
| loopt er bloedrood uit. | rot laufen sie leer. |
Amsterdam, 2022-02-21
Details (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2014
Poem (collection "Weg van Damascus")
Collection: Human excess
Keyword: War: death / victims
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath
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