| You are quite ugly, | |
| he says, come and visit and -- | |
| I will comfort you! | |
| Jij bent heel lelijk, | Du bist sehr hässlich, |
| zegt hij, kom op bezoek, dan -- | sagt er, besuche mich, ich -- |
| zal ik je troosten! | werde dich trösten! |
Amsterdam, 2025-11-27
The cockroach lived among the nettles (Toon Tellegen) - 2019
Short story "Tussen de brandnetels woonde de kakkerlak", published in the collections "De droom van het nijlpaard" (2019), and "Ze wisten er meer van" (2020)
Collection: Perhaps / Some day / Occasionally / Almost
Tribute to: Tellegen, Toon
| Am I beautiful? | |
| Maybe. Nobody says so. | |
| What would it feel like? | |
| Niemand zegt het, maar | Bin ich schön? Vielleicht. |
| misschien ben ik wel mooi! Hoe -- | Niemand sagt es. Wie würde -- |
| zou schoonheid voelen? | es sich anfühlen? |
Amsterdam, 2025-11-27
The cockroach lived among the nettles (Toon Tellegen) - 2019
Short story "Tussen de brandnetels woonde de kakkerlak", published in the collections "De droom van het nijlpaard" (2019), and "Ze wisten er meer van" (2020)
Collection: Perhaps / Some day / Occasionally / Almost
Tribute to: Tellegen, Toon
| I'm one with the earth, | |
| termites mate and start digging -- | |
| their cities in me. | |
| Eén met de aarde, | Eins mit der Erde, |
| termieten paren, graven -- | Würmer paaren sich, graben -- |
| hun steden in mij. | eine Stadt in mich. |
Amsterdam, 2023-09-09
A Change of tongue (Antjie Krog) - 2003
(1970)
Tale, part 1 § 9, "Chapter forty-four"
Collection: Skin-contact
Tribute to: Krog, Antjie
| The ants hear little | |
| crumbs falling, hat on, quickly -- | |
| they make a visit. | |
| De mieren horen | Ameisen hören |
| kruimels vallen, hoed op, gauw -- | Krümel fallen, Hut auf, schnell -- |
| gaan ze op bezoek. | zu Besuch gehen. |
Amsterdam, 2022-09-13
Solitude (Charles Simic) - 1974
Poem (collection "Return to a Place Lit by a Glass of Milk")
Collection: Rasping ants
Tribute to: Simic, Charles
| Scents, traces: the ant | |
| has mapped the big white bathtub -- | |
| its infinity. | |
| Geursporen: de mier | Pheromonen: die |
| heeft het bad in kaart gebracht -- | Ameise kartiert das Bad -- |
| de oneindigheid. | die Unendlichkeit. |
Amsterdam, 2017-11-03
Diary 1962-1963 (Frida Vogels) - 2007
"Dagboek 1962-1963" - August 6th, 1963, Bologna
Collection: Beyond the Cape
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida
| Scattered broken bricks, | |
| ants, and the sharp grass eating -- | |
| everything away. | |
| Oude bakstenen, | Alte Backsteine, |
| mieren en het scherpe gras -- | Ameisen und scharfes Gras -- |
| dat alles opeet. | das alles auffrisst. |
Amsterdam, 2012-07-18
Collection: BloodTrunk
Ant
Amsterdam, 2001-07-01
Collection: Pencil
