Zywa

The boat is a place

to be together and talk --

It doesn't have to sail.



De boot is een plek	Das Boot ist ein Ort,
om met elkaar te praten --	an dem wir zusammen sind --

Varen hoeft hij niet.	Es muss nicht segeln.

Poem H6350
Amsterdam, 2026-07-09
Collection: Local traffic

Zywa Waterland

From The Horse
a lot of digging has been done
right through the island
where the Eastern Canal now
runs, to Mound White

Further on, on the mainland
the canal passed through
the Big Lake
below the Border Ditch
diagonally through the pattern
of the Waterland

past Hollow Ditch and
the Flower Valley Country Road
to Waterland Dam, no further
did the confidence extend
The skeptics got their right
by refusing to contribute

and 200 years later it is clear:
the plan was not bold enough
for the course of history
that is constantly changing

Poem 5901
Amsterdam, 2026-02-18
On the north side of the IJ River, you find on Marken: lighthouse The Horse (Het Paard), the Oostervaart canal, Mound White (Wittewerf, the White family's mound), and in Waterland: the Big Lake (het Groote Meer), the Border Ditch (het Zwet), Hollow Ditch (Holysloot), the Flower Valley Country Road (Bloemendalergouw), and Waterland Dam (Durgerdam); here, from 1825 to 1828, the Goudriaan Canal was dug to open up the port of Amsterdam for larger ships; later, the dikes were shoveled back into the dry bed
Collection: New Ago

Zywa On the Ame

The soil preserved signs
of thousands of years
of life at this site -

later, in the year 1000, a marshy
area with a terp on the Ame
Stream, the Aemestelle

as elsewhere in Europe
raised from an abbey
to reclaim the land

Houses were built
on huijes, a forest
of thin piles

as anchors in the peat, and
as an anchor of hope
and authority of the church:

the legend of the cog ship
carrying the bishop, his rescuer
and his dog

Poem 5838
Amsterdam, 2026-01-23
Ame = water, Stelle = raised area (terp/village)
Amestelle >> Amstel(land)
Dam in the Amstel River >> Amsteldam >> Amsterdam
Abbey: of Werden, in present-day Essen near the Ruhr River
The former Seal of Amsterdam is based on the legend of an episcopal blessing of the area
Collection: Greeting from before

The sun ignited

a row of lights on the crests --

of the small bow waves.



De zon steekt een rij	Die Sonne zündet
lichtjes aan op de toppen --	eine Lichterreihe auf --

van de boeggolven.	den Wellenkämmen.

Poem H5850
Amsterdam, 2025-08-19
Collection: WoofWoof

Competition is

creative: no more wheels, but --

coaches on sledges.



Concurrentie is	Wettbewerb ist schlau:
creatief: geen wielen, maar --	keine Räder mehr, sondern --

koetsen op sledes.	Kutschen auf Schlitten.

Poem H5815
Amsterdam, 2025-08-12
To reduce traffic congestion on the quays, Amsterdam levied a tax on vehicle wheels from 1737 onwards
Collection: Local traffic

Liquidly, I walk

in the fluctuating light --

of the waterways.



Vloeibaar loop ik rond	Flüssig gehe ich
in het bewegende licht --	herum im bewegten Licht --

van de waterstad.	der Wasserwege.

Poem H5788
Amsterdam, 2025-08-04
The moving of water (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Het bewegen van water", published in "Diary 1966-1967" (2009, Frida Vogels) - June 1st, 1966, Bologna
Collection: Self-portraits
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida

After the blossom

festival, fluffy flakes snow --

the long streets under.



Na het bloesemfeest	Nach dem Blütenfest
sneeuwen de straten onder --	sind die Straßen beschneit mit --

met donzen vlokken.	flaumigen Flocken.

Poem H5480
Amsterdam, 2025-05-21
After Hanami matsuri ("Flower viewing", the cherry blossom festival)
Streets with bird cherries (prunus padus) in Amsterdam
Fluffing of the petals: 'Summer snow'
Collection: Blown sand

A slot in the floor

for the very large painting:

entrance and exit.



Een gleuf in de vloer	Eine Rinne im
voor het grote schilderij:	Boden für das Gemälde:

de in- en uitgang.	der Ein- und Ausgang.

Poem H5397
Amsterdam, 2025-04-23
In the vault at the southern gate of the passage under the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam there is an elongated hatch, which closes the slot for transferring Rembrandt's Night Watch
Collection: Local traffic

The four-lane main street

in the centre, there and back:

within one minute.



De brede hoofdstraat	Breite Hauptstraße
in het centrum, heen en terug:	im Zentrum, hin und zurück:

binnen één minuut.	eine Minute.

Poem S2646
Amsterdam, 2025-04-23
From 1953 to 1997, Museumstraat in Amsterdam was a four-lane road of less than half a kilometre between the Concertgebouw and the Rijksmuseum, called 'the shortest highway in the Netherlands'
Collection: Local traffic

The city breaks, builds,

traffic comes before art and --

passes under it.



De stad breekt en bouwt,	Die Stadt bricht und baut,
verkeer gaat boven de kunst --	Verkehr kommt vor Kunst und geht --

en er onderdoor.	unter ihr hindurch.

Poem H5395
Amsterdam, 2025-04-22
With a photo of the Museumstraat (Museum Street), over which the Rijksmuseum of Amsterdam was built; until 1931 this was a road for cars (right above the photographed southern gate hangs Rembrandt's Night Watch)

Collection: Migration
Dedicated to: Lotte W

Antivertising art:

an advertising column --

that is a mirror.



Anti-reclame-	Schau, Anti-Werbung-
kunst op straat: een peperbus --	Kunst: eine Litfaßsäule --

die een spiegel is.	die ein Spiegel ist.

Poem H5396
Amsterdam, 2025-04-22
With a photo of an advertising column on the corner of Rijnsburgstraat and Sloterkade in Amsterdam, covered by Mischa Rakier with mirroring HPL (High Pressured Laminate), October 1st, 2011

Collection: Local tardiness
Dedicated to: Lotte W, Madelief dK

The green of the tree

in the puddles does reflect --

its gasping for breath?



Het groen van de boom	Das Grün des Baumes
in de plassen weerspiegelt --	in den Pfützen scheint seine --

zijn ademtekort?	Atemnot wider?

Poem H5392
Amsterdam, 2025-04-21
With a photo of the Vondelpark in Amsterdam (July 19th, 2012)

Collection: Local inconveniences
Dedicated to: Lotte W

Taking a quick look

back and know that I am seen --

that I am alive.



Even omkijken,	Umsehen, wissen,
weten dat ik gezien word --	dass ich gesehen werde --

weten dat ik leef.	ja, dass ich lebe.

Poem H5377
Terborg, 2025-04-15
With the photo of Lotte and Michi W on the 'Lookout'-swing of the A'DAM Tower
Collection: I am
Dedicated to: Lotte W

I'm going over

the edge, first with just my eyes --

and then all the way?



Over de rand gaan,	Über die Kante
eerst alleen met mijn ogen --	gehen, zuerst die Augen --

daarna helemaal?	und dann vollständig?

Poem H5378
Terborg, 2025-04-15
With the photo of Lotte and Michi W on the 'Lookout'-swing of the A'DAM Tower
Collection: Half The Work
Dedicated to: Lotte W

Zywa Comfort zones [2]

In the city there are many doors
that are open at night
to being awake
experiencing something together
across the threshold
no longer being an outsider

In the city there are many sidewalks
where people stand
and explore distant areas
with flexible words
questions and mental leaps
to become familiar with them

In the city there are many gardens
where children play, birds
whistle and all year round, flowers
attract bees and people
to come and feast
on the nectar of the day

Poem 5434
Amsterdam, 2024-03-02
Collection: WoofWoof

Zywa Living on grounds, streets, and quays

Archaeologists of our time
examine the exposed sand
between the foundations
for the future

Retro is modern
cars are banned
tourists consume
the old town

Big money flows
outside the city centre
Within the canal district
permits are skimming it

Residents are leaving
the harsh world
of stone, glass, and concrete
they veer

to canals with islands
of greenery, to boats and houses
with hollyhocks on the facades
and gardens on the rooftops

Poem 5419
Amsterdam, 2024-02-18
Collection: Metamorphic body

Embrace-like we look

at each other silently:

you are a great gift.



Als een omarming	Umarmungsartig
kijken we elkaar stil aan:	schauen wir uns schweigend an:

jij bent een cadeau.	du bist ein Geschenk.

Poem H4291
Amsterdam, 2023-11-19
Collection: The climbing house
Dedicated to: Femke H

The tour guide looks down

and mumbles on with his back --

turned to the tourists.



De gids kijkt omlaag	Der Stadtführer schaut
en mompelt wat met zijn rug --	runter, sein Rücken murmelt --

naar de toeristen.	den Touristen zu.

Poem S1942
Amsterdam, 2023-10-04
Damrak, Amsterdam
Collection: Half The Work

A sunny morning,

the terraces are crowded:

holiday breakfasts.



Zonnige ochtend,	Sonniger Morgen,
de terrassen zitten vol:	die Terrassen sind belegt:

vakantieontbijt.	Feiertagsfrühstück.

Poem H3845
Amsterdam, 2023-06-11
Collection: Summer birds

Back in Amsterdam!

So, why aren't people shining --

here with happiness?!



Weer in Amsterdam!	Zurück: Amsterdam!
Waarom stralen mensen hier --	Warum strahlen die Menschen --

dan niet van geluk?!	hier denn nicht vor Glück?!

Poem H3844
Amsterdam, 2023-06-10
Child between four women (Simon Vestdijk) - 1972
Novel "Kind tussen vier vrouwen", written in 1933, § 5; novel "Sint Sebastiaan - De geschiedenis van een talent", chapter 3-1 (AD 1908)
Collection: Inmost [1]
Tribute to: Vestdijk, Simon

Paper hat, tables

set: party on the jetty --

Just a drop older.



Tafels gedekt, muts	Papierhut, Tische
op: jarig op de vlonder --	gedeckt: Fest auf dem Steg, nur --

Slechts een spat ouder.	ein Spritzer älter.

Poem H3807
Amsterdam, 2023-04-30
Jacob van Lennepkanaal, Amsterdam
Collection: The Yellow House Museum

I met Sharon, walked

her along unknown canals --

with bikes everywhere.



Ik liep met Sharon	Ich führte Sharon
langs onbekende grachten --	entlang stiller Kanäle --

met heel veel fietsen.	voller Fahrräder.

Poem H3325
Amsterdam, 2022-06-10
Collection: Migration

At times a boat, car,

or delivery, the town --

has been ruralised.



Af en toe een boot,	Ab und zu ein Boot,
een auto, de bezorger --	ein Auto, die Lieferdienst --

De stad is verdorpt.	Die Stadt ist verdorft.

Poem H3172
Amsterdam, 2022-01-10
Lockdown because of Covid-19
Collection: Migration

The nights are silent,

the ferries out of service --

everyone in bed.



De nachten zijn stil,	Die Nächte sind still,
de veerboten buiten dienst --	die Fähren außer Betrieb --

iedereen in bed.	jeder ist im Bett.

Poem H3173
Amsterdam, 2022-01-10
Lockdown because of Covid-19
Collection: WoofWoof

From the carillon

tone after tone is leaping --

lightly over me.



Uit het carillon	Vom Glockenspiel springt
springt toon na toon lichtvoetig --	Ton nach Ton leichtfüßig hoch --

hoog over mij heen.	über mich hinweg.

Poem H3147
Amsterdam, 2021-12-15
Collection: Summer birds

The old storehouses

swing towards my paddle stroke:

I'm cruising through time.



Pakhuizen wiegen	Kaufhäuser wiegen
mijn peddelslag tegemoet:	auf meinen Paddelschlag zu:

rondvaart door de tijd.	Rundfahrt durch die Zeit.

Poem H3029
Amsterdam, 2021-09-01
Collection: New Ago

Zywa Amsterdam, siltland by the Big Lake

The level is rising around
the islands of silt
in the swamp, the fishermen
see their world widening
Old streambeds are also filling up
The wetlands become accessible
by rivers from the mainland

It is a sucking void
a gate to the sea, a chance
for the peat farmers and the forest people
to start trading, to build
dikes, quays, a city
with a dam
in the middle

People are flowing over
from the prosperous villages
to the impoldered land
with the new port --
not an old core that hungrily
conquers the surrounding lands
but their colony

Poem 3820
Amsterdam, 2021-05-18
AD 1100, the beginning of Amsterdam
Almere = Big Lake
Collection: New Ago

Scents so sweet and soft,

drifting through the stone city:

sidewalk gardens bloom.



Zoetzachte geuren	Düfte so süß und
drijven door de stenen stad:	sanft ziehen durch die Steinstadt:

stoeptuinen in bloei.	Gehwege blühen.

Poem H2734
Amsterdam, 2020-06-17
Collection: WoofWoof

Only their names left,

but still it is far too much --

to endure and bear.



Alleen hun namen nog,	Nur noch die Namen,
maar toch blijft het veel te veel --	aber es bleibt viel zu viel --

om te verdragen.	um zu ertragen.

Poem H2693
Amsterdam, 2020-05-04
Remembrance of the Dead in the Netherlands, on May 4th
Collection: The Yellow House Museum

It's empty today

in the squares of the cities --

without the living.



Het is leeg vandaag	Es ist heute leer
op de pleinen, overal --	auf den Plätzen, überall --

zonder levenden.	ohne Lebenden.

Poem S1010
Amsterdam, 2020-05-04
Remembrance of the Dead in the Netherlands, on May 4th
Collection: The Yellow House Museum

Zywa Owl To Ask

Here I laughed with the son
of the ferryman at the people
who don't believe in miracles
we had a beer and he pointed

me the way in the maze
of ditches and country roads
the windmills in the distance
beckoned me, but I was afraid

of getting lost and I longed
for a good bed
before I would kneel
in the Holy Site

Now it's a dead affair here
a miracle of nature
ivy overgrows the ground
the trees and the tombstones

but there are no roots growing
between the bones in the pit
on which I stand, only fungi
that have been living for centuries

There is no longer a ferry

Poem 2686
Amsterdam, 2020-02-07
Former ferry house and inn "Te Vraech" ("To Ask"/ "Information") on the Schinkel near Amsterdam
Collection: Lilith's Powers

Zywa The beauty

Prosperity in city and country, see
the light under the clouds in the showroom
of earthly paradise, see

a glimpse of ourselves
in the looks of those days
the beauty of their attention

their desires
in younger years of the world
the same as ours

We process and preserve
we build and improve
we create the beauty

in which we want to live
Here it is collected, see
it is good

Poem 2272
Amsterdam, 2019-06-17
National museum in Amsterdam
Collection: Migration

Zywa Reaching

The world a maze
under the nut tree
in this well-arranged garden

Follow a path
learn how it goes
what is important

Travel with strangers
experiencing the secret
with our senses

And reach further
re-create the world
beyond our lives

This is our world
how it was and can be
carefully we reach

For beauty and stories
we reach
for contact

With other lives
we connect
we connect
from heart to heart

Poem 2271
Amsterdam, 2019-06-16
National museum in Amsterdam
Collection: Migration

Zywa Art web

In the museum the wind blows
from everywhere to everywhere, like us
visitors from all over the world

We carry a culture web, nourish it
with the collections of the museums
which are larger than their buildings

We carry the art
with us, it is greater than we are
greater than our time and abode

We carry out the art
the history that connects us
and always does continue where it ends

Poem 2048
Amsterdam, 2019-01-22
National museum in Amsterdam
Collection: Migration

Zywa Tall grown-ups

Here we grow
We add history
to our lives, and beauty

We bring old masterpieces
to life by looking
in time mirrors

in which we also see ourselves:
tall grown-ups
with a museum in our head

quiet rooms
in which we can wander
between reality and ideals

the past and dreams of the future
At any time
Tall grown-ups

Poem 2047
Amsterdam, 2019-01-22
National museum in Amsterdam
Collection: Migration

Zywa Meditation in the Vondelpark

The grass is still wet
around my mat
early in the morning
in the Vondelpark

under the high dome
of vapour trails through
the blue sky above the city --
the space of my mind

My sense of reality crackles
fiercely through it, igniting
fuses in my head and
my feeling to be me

splinters for an indefinite period --
the remaining time
of «unknown»
is unknown

Poem 2012
Amsterdam, 2019-01-05
Collection: The drama
Dedicated to: Lisa W

Zywa Springtime in Amsterdam

New Year, the beginning
of spring in Amsterdam
The air is soft, life

is lighter in the streets
carefree are my steps
white and pink

the fruit trees, with confetti
of New Year's Eve
in the gutter, red scrap ribbons

through the city, the body
in which I breathe and live
Everywhere the promise is budding

that it can be peace
when we are neighbours
and it is spring

in everyone's heart
street after street
a flourishing beginning

Poem 2004
Amsterdam, 2019-01-01
Early flowering plum tree
Collection: New Ago

Zywa Here where I stand

I jump among the serious people
in front of the church, the café still closed
and I think even further back in time

In a late spring there was a ditch side here
yonder a mill, the ramparts and the crown
of the old Western

As if it were a thickly painted canvas
I wipe off layers of history
I expose peat diggers, see the wind

in the flowering swamp
over many seasons, everything flies
back into existence

Long hair of the mammoths
from the west, up to the ridge
on which human species tramp

It can be seen with a distant look
in the middle of the city
here where I stand

Poem 1814
Amsterdam, 2018-08-15
Collection: Changing Times

Zywa Sidewalk speech

Trolley cases on the quay, tourists
They belong to it when you live here
Thin John sitting straight on his bike
every morning three times around the block
in the afternoon on foot the other way around
And Mario the sidewalk speaker
with his dog. They belong to it

The children who jump cannonballs
next to party people in their sloop
We ourselves when we go on vacation
in airplanes every two minutes
low over the houses against the wind
The cyclists with their priority face
Ordinary people who are living here

The Americans in front of their café
on the corner, where believers sat
when the church with the tower was still there
Red Mia dutifully shuffling around
the litter bins which she keeps tidy
And neighbours arguing once again
They all belong to it

They live here, and everywhere
the world is maladjusted, so
I begin on the street, with myself
with them and with you: Hello!
A good day here
where we are at home and wish
that everything stays different

Poem 1631
Amsterdam, 2017-11-23
Collection: The drama

Zywa Gardendoubts

The travelling man created
the inn, later also the pub
and he saw that it was good

The forests have been felled, the trees
sawed up, carpentered and polished
- a couch on which I sit

in the back of the pub with people
talking about the curiosities of their lives
and asking me what I know

of my work, is it more
than what I do? Am how far
does its influence extend?

What is our place
in All, what is the point
of our effort?

Poem 1594
Amsterdam, 2017-10-31
Café "Tuin" ("Garden" Pub) in Amsterdam
Collection: The drama

Zywa The Icebreaker Café

There is a shortage of chairs
at the party by the river
where we celebrate our civilization
our definitions and good manners
of see, hear and speak no evil

Who still dares to stand up
now that winter is coming, to give
a warm hand, welcome, the party is over
long live life!

In the mirror of the bar little lights
are dancing colours around my face
I wash my hands of it
I'm not a little monkey that doesn't want to listen
feigning shame and laughing secretly

My hands must help and share
I want to take care of you, caress you
I want to experience together who we are
our definitions and good manners

Poem 1548
Amsterdam, 2017-09-12
Collection: Lilith's Powers

Zywa The King's Hut café

Sometimes, I have heard something back
from a sister or neighbour, something
from the past that makes me special, well

I'm no longer being driven around
the districts, behind dad
in a litter on the cycle rack

with barbs in my skin
which reflect the light
with royal allure

no, I am not colourless
although I don't have a fringe-tail
and no public, I drink

a beer with you
in The King's Hut café
and that is the king here

Poem 1314
Amsterdam, 2017-04-27
King's Day 2017
A peacock has colourless feathers with barbs in varying layers and at different distances from each other, which colour the light
König Pilsener (from Duisburg)
Collection: Mosaic virus

Zywa The Guardian Angel Café

Sweetheart, the earth is getting cold
we have to do something
take ourselves by the hand
The guides walk away

in different directions
guided by the wishes
of their followers, that's how

it always goes, whatever you think of it
If only there were guardian angels
with power, not the writers

who meet in this café
no, a Guardian Council
for presidents and scholars

who want to unload graphite powder
on the north pole, throw atomic bombs
upon it, or build a dam

in the Bering Strait, with pumps
on peaceful nuclear energy
finishing the job

Yet... all of us, we
must do it ourselves, guard each other
with wings of compassion and reason

Poem 1293
Amsterdam, 2017-04-23
Against the cooling of the earth: [1] Petr Borisov in 1956: dam with pumps, [2] Petr Borisov in 1958: graphite powder, [3] Julian Huxley in 1945: atomic bombs
Collection: The drama

Zywa Embrace

Come in, I kiss your eyes
I'll show you everything
Take your time, come as often as you like
and you will leave satisfied

Take a bath
in all my colours soft
like powder brushes they caress
your look

I embrace your attention
with the gold of history
Here everything is
forever young

Unconditionally, I fold myself
to your needs
I give
images you'll never forget

Be surprised, enchanted, thrilled
Come inside and flow
through me
I'm there for you

Poem 1227
Amsterdam, 2017-03-19
National museum in Amsterdam
Collection: Migration

Zywa Café The Devil

What am I doing here
dressed up and laughing
for nothing, in too much noise

to understand anyone?
still nine, nine days left
nine days without hands

to lie in and purr
only mine
and they don't count

can not do what he can do
Perhaps the man opposite me
seems like a sweet man

or the pretty guys over there
who will know how
without thinking about it

what I am doing here
doubting
with my clothes on

Poem 1146
Amsterdam, 2017-03-07
Reguliersdwarsstraat 87, Amsterdam
Collection: Heart's Delight

Zywa Canal and Lake

You almost cycled on
en route in your mind
but somewhere on the edge
you did see me, standing here

gingerly we take
the frays of the past
feeling, would it be possible
to knot a nice bow out of it

I don't know what you wanted, then
maybe it was like you said
or did you long for more nonetheless?
You came too close to me

I don't know
but this is clumsy
with the bike in the street and so
I live nearby

do you have time?

Poem 1147
Amsterdam, 2017-03-07
Meer en Vaart (Lake and Canal), Amsterdam
Collection: Heart's Delight

Zywa At het quay

There's a woman lying in the street. Why?
Some neighbours watch and so do I
One of them is pointing: there she stood
and then I understand the dented hood

Were there demons in her mind
which have settled up there on the fifth
where Sebastian and Isabel lived
until they vanished
in the jungle of Peru
and no one has a clue

Then, the beeping of the coots
What chain of incidents did precede?
Didn't anybody see her need
standing there, the city at her feet?

Poem 1071
Amsterdam, 2017-02-23
Jacob van Lennepkade, Amsterdam
Collection: On living on [2]

Zywa Palace of Art

I entered the display case
of people educators
subsidising snobs
the multi-rich and companies

among tourists and inhabitants
who want to be seen
in the museum café and
with sophisticated pastry lard
the conversation with careless clauses

they quote from an authority
whom nobody has to understand
to get the intention
of the praised artists

The shop was crowded
Spotlights on show-pieces
fancy coffee table books
and chic presents
for the season and the next holidays

Especially the past
is on sale, postcards
of the attractions
and sights of the city

interchangeable
like the collections
which graduated stylists
cast in international moulds
to magnets for visitors

Poem 855
Amsterdam, 2016-11-30
Collection: The Yellow House Museum

Zywa Fight after the fight

Amsterdam! Free
man of the world you want to be

your wild eyes threaten
my father hand, please, send
an angel, light, a woman
a favourable wind, sweet dreams
someone, something to help you
unbreakable mirrors if need be

Father, mother, earth, universe
make something happen, of course
who sees everything, does not know why
to intervene

freedom would be meaningless
if for adults only

understanding and obedient
everything with measure, giving up
what is beautiful and attractive
and smiling
at the discontented excuses
and lies of the past

You grow up wounded
I too have built, defended
and then demolished
castles and walls -

old men's proud
of the scars of my fight

Poem 622
Amsterdam, 2016-04-07
Collection: I am

Zywa Jewel

I love Amsterdam at night
rows of narrow houses on the canal
lit windows, slow time
jewel of my loneliness

predictable daytime traffic
manoeuvering through logos and slogans
grumpy faces, professional smile
turning diagonally on steep sections

zigzag track from right to left
watch out, it causes accidents
attention, left is going, right is standing
flashing lights in the middle every now and then

like nothing is wrong
grab like crows in the poo
between garbage and inventory
ephemeral, a group on the sidewalk

familiar strange ordinary
fellow citizens where we live
quite easily next to each other
our contacts interchangeable

Amsterdam at night
narrow houses on the canal
lit windows, slow time
jewel of my loneliness

Poem 232
Amsterdam, 2014-04-28
Cosmos = order, world order, right order >> piece of jewellery, praise
Collection: New Ago

In the canal floats

a raft with a chimney: a --

houseboat for the fish?



Een vlot met schoorsteen	Ein Floß mit Schornstein
drijft in de gracht: een woonark --	treibt im Kanal: ein Wohnboot --

voor de vissen hier?	für die Fische hier?

Poem H0636
Amsterdam, 2013-10-31
An elm tree fell on a houseboat, causing it to sink (October 28th, 2013, Jacob van Lennepkanaal, Amsterdam)
Collection: Inflictions

The boat: its belly

full of rain is a bath rim --

around a duckling.



De boot met zijn buik	Voll geregnet ist
vol regen is een badrand --	das Boot ein Baderand um --

rondom een eendje.	ein Entchen herum.

Poem H0303
Amsterdam, 2012-07-03
Collection: Untwisted

Eye Film Institute

on the IJ: reflecting white --

it is cloudy grey.



Eye Filmmuseum	Eye Film Museum
aan het IJ: spiegelend wit --	am IJ-Fluß: spiegelglatt weiß --

is het wolkengrijs.	ist es wolkengrau.

Poem H0063
Amsterdam, 2011-12-13
Collection: Secrets & Believers

The evening sky,

colouring behind black twigs --

cut out very fine.



De avondhemel	Der Abendhimmel,
kleurt achter zwarte takjes --	rot hinter schwarzen Zweigen --

haarfijn uitgeknipt.	fein ausgeschnitten.

Poem H0038
Amsterdam, 2011-11-28
Vondelpark
Collection: Moons

Red light, while I wait,

all the cyclists are passing --

The woman beckons.



Ik sta voor rood licht,	Ich stehe vor rot,
alle fietsers rijden door --	die anderen fahren durch --

De vrouw wenkt naar mij.	Die Frau winkt mich an.

Poem S0006
Amsterdam, 2011-11-28
Red Light District
Collection: Heart's Delight

Zywa Mesocosmos

The sky is blue and cold today
as if the atmosphere is thinner
and I can sense the void

under which the houses are small
and low, meaningless
fleeting and interchangeable

The old timber factory seems to be leaking
On the right side of the base
smoke rises from the building

as if a reversed draught
through the black chimney hole
absorbs, from distant stars, seas
of gigawatts of power for the city

Poem 157
Amsterdam, 2010-11-16
Jacob van Lennepkade, Amsterdam
Collection: Metamorphic body

Zywa Let me forget

Dark clouds in the sunset glow
there's an invisible death below

Amidst apartment blocks, I stroll
around and around a new black hole
of concentrated matter

A broken-winged cargo plane smashed
friends of friends of friends of mine

It is quiet after the blow
I want to hear what I don't want to know
and then kiss away the danger
be it with a stranger

Caress me, caress me, make me glory
for a night, let me forget this story

Poem 23
Amsterdam, 2005-07-12
A Boeing 747-258F/SCD cargo aircraft of El Al, flight 1862, crashes in Amsterdam on October 4^th, 1992
Collection: Moons

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