You don't notice me,

just as little as a chair --


You rarely sée me.


Je merkt mij niet op,Du bemerkst mich nicht,
net zo weinig als een stoel --so wenig wie einen Stuhl --

Zelden zié je mij.Du siéhst mich selten.

Poem S3128
Amsterdam, 2026-04-23
My struggle 6. The End (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2011
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Sjette bok" (translated 2018), part 9 - June 2010, Malmö
Collection: Writing
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

I'm excited when

I tell my dreams, and bored when --


I listen to yours.


Enthousiast vertelIch finde meine
ik mijn droom, verveeld luister --Träume aufregend, deine --

ik naar die van jou.aber langweilig.

Poem S3103
Amsterdam, 2026-03-15
Out of the world (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 1998
Novel "Ute av verden" (translated 2023), part 1, chapter 3
Collection: Leaving
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Zywa Attention [2]

Receiving attention
As a child, feeling
That you are noticed

Having to take notice of that
And along with that
Taking notice of

How everything works
Between people
And the rest of the world

Otherwise, your brain will declare
The State of Boredom
Because you outgrow toys

And school isn't everything
You need attention
That helps you

Know who
And dare to become who
You want to be

Poem 5695
Amsterdam, 2025-10-20
Angel (Wanda Bommer) - 2009
Novel "Engel", chapter 3, paragraph 27 and 40 (forward button [Angélica/Engel 1982-1990])
Collection: The climbing house
Tribute to: Bommer, Wanda 
 

My mother: no wise

lessons and no great deeds, but --


always attentive.


Mama: geen wijzeMama: weder Weis-
lessen of grote daden --heit noch große Taten, doch --

maar altijd aandacht.immer aufmerksam.

Poem H5730
Amsterdam, 2025-07-24
You left nothing behind - a memory (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Jij liet niets achter - een herinnering", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part V [Mother], and in "Diary 1962-1963" (2007) - February 2nd, 1963, Bologna
Collection: Beyond the Cape
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

It's good that he doesn't

think I'm special, as long as --


he notices me.


Het is goed dat hijGut, dass er mich für
mij niet bijzonder vindt, als --gewöhnlich hält, solange --

hij me maar opmerkt.er mich bloß bemerkt.

Poem S2751
Amsterdam, 2025-07-06
In foreign parts - Chronicles (Frida Vogels) - 2024
Autobiography "In den vreemde - Kronieken", chapter 'Herbert' - May 23rd, 1976, Bologna - Not getting personal attention
Collection: Helices
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Attention is nice

even from a distance, but --


I miss our embrace.


Ook van een afstandAufmerksamkeit aus
is aandacht fijn, al mis ik --der Ferne ist schön, aber --

onze omarming.sich zu umarmen...

Poem S2554
Amsterdam, 2025-02-06
Collection: More
 

The sentimental

people chat to explore their --


growing consciousness.


De gevoelsmensenDie Gefühlsleute
onderzoeken kwebbelend --erforschen schwatzend ihren --

hun bewustwording.Bewusstseinsprozess.

Poem S2437
Amsterdam, 2024-10-30
For God and Social Services (Nicolien Mizee) - 2000
Novel "Voor God en de Sociale Dienst", October 14th, 1999
Collection: In the shadow
Tribute to: Mizee, Nicolien 
 

Little are their high

expectations - if you fall


you're hardly noticed.


Klein zijn hun hogeGering sind ihre
verwachtingen, want wie valt --hohen Erwartungen, denn --

valt nauwelijks op.wer fällt, fällt kaum auf.

Poem H4910
Amsterdam, 2024-09-10
Only up (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2024
Column "Alleen maar opwaarts", in the NRC of September 10th, 2024 - About the painting "[Landschap met] De val van Icarus" ("Landscape with the Fall of Icarus", 1565, Pieter Brueghel de Oude)
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen; Brueghel de Oude 
 

I don't have a hold,

with others, he never looks --


at me lovingly.


Ik heb geen houvast,Ich hab keinen Halt,
nooit kijkt hij in gezelschap --in Gesellschaft sieht er nie --

mij liefdevol aan.mich liebevoll an.

Poem S2173
Amsterdam, 2024-04-07
The Moor's Last Sigh (Salman Rushdie) - 1995
Novel, chapter "The Moor's Last Sigh", (4-) 20
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

I am just floating

around and almost ready --


to wake up slowly.


Ik drijf maar wat rondIch schwebe einfach
en ben er bijna aan toe --herum und bin fast bereit --

om wakker te zijn.um aufzuwachen.

Poem H4488
Amsterdam, 2024-02-03
Occam ocean (Éliane Radigue) - 2015
Personal transmission-composition for orchestra, performed in the Organpark on February 3rd, 2024, by ensemble ONCEIM (L'Orchestre de Nouvelles Créations, Expérimentations, et Improvisations Musicales) and others - @wind section
Collection: org ANP ark 
Composer: Radigue, Éliane 
 

Zywa Is your photo attention for me?

Mummy is bad
she doesn't look
at my painting
she hides her eye

behind the camera
and in her mind she makes
her own painting
of me

another Helena of me
with blood on her hands
an angry Lolita
with a cool belly

for hot men
a Confident-Blue
belly despite the voyeurs
at mummy's exhibition

who think they see me
while they fantasise
about a fille fatale
pleasing them

Poem 5328
Amsterdam, 2023-10-08
The Painter (Marlene Dumas) - 1994
Painting
Ink "Confidence Blue" by Monteverde (California)
About Helena of Troy, see also the poems 0899. "The blossoms stay with me", and 3155. "#Beauty"

Collection: Take a picture, now
Tribute to: Dumas, Marlene 
 

It is attention

that licks children into shape --


It's love. Or hatred.


Kinderen wordenDie Aufmerksamkeit
in vorm gelikt door aandacht --leckt Kinder in ihrer Form --

Door liefde. Of haat.Liebe. Oder Hass.

Poem H3790
Amsterdam, 2023-04-12
The time of the angels (Iris Murdoch) - 1966
Novel, § 3
Collection: Stall
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

Zywa Drinking tea in the rain

Drinking tea in the rain
in the smell of rain
plain tea, plain rain
but, the two of us, full
of expectation: touch me
touch me, feel me

Lips, hands, all
of you, dear darling
touch me, touch me
nicer much nicer
than dreaming
dreaming the past

If you like you can
silently shout a stick
into the sky, climb
and climb higher, higher
sliding looser, looser
down and up

higher higher up
colours around the sun
diving deep into them
wallowing and wrapping yourself
and sparking sparks
from my hands

But stay with me
want me, want to
see and feel me
keep me whole
see me, feel me
touch me, touch me

Poem 5111
Amsterdam, 2023-03-27
We're not gonna take it (Pete Townshend, The Who) - 1969
Closing song of "Tommy"
Collection: On living on [1]
Tribute to: The Who; Townshend, Pete 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

It's not about God,

it's always about your life --


about being seen!


Het gaat nooit om God,Es geht nie um Gott,
maar altijd om jouw leven --sondern um dein Leben, dass --

dat je gezien wordt!du gesehen wirst!

Poem H3703
Amsterdam, 2023-02-03
Farewell (Jens Christian Grøndahl) - 2020
All-Seeying Eye
A young female pastor speaks to an unbeliever
Story "Farväl" (collection "Dage som græs"), § 3

Collection: Unseen
Tribute to: Grøndahl, Jens Christian 
 

I exist! Me too!

And I! Here! I exist here! --


And I? Who hears me?


Ik besta! Ik ook!Ich existiere!
En ik! Hier! Hier besta ik! --Ich auch! Und ich! Hier bin ich! --

En ik? Wie hoort mij?Und ich? Wer hört mich?

Poem H3671
Amsterdam, 2023-01-15
Atlas of the apparent path of the sun (John Cage) - 1962
Composition "Atlas Eclipticalis", performed by Ensemble SPECTRA in the Organpark on January 15th, 2023
Collection: org ANP ark 
Composer: Cage, John 
 

The riches we have

are limited, we want more --


attention, on call.


Ach, onze rijkdomNun, unser Wohlstand
is beperkt, we willen meer --ist begrenzt, wir wollen viel --

aandacht, op afroep.mehr Aufmerksamkeit.

Poem H3560
Amsterdam, 2022-11-01
Collection: The climbing house
 

Zywa Big Heart [2]

Alone. Between lonely hearts
Understanding misunderstood others
With attention, my password
and the master key in my genes

Kicking, I already paid attention
Not yet capable of anything else
as a baby, and as an adult
no one should have to unlearn it

and no one should have to claim it
when they feel hurt
by hurt people, are wronged
by the world

of sham adults
Come, I'm coming, just swallow
your reproaches
for a kiss

Poem 4698
Amsterdam, 2022-09-30
Becoming Mona (Griet Op de Beeck) - 2014
Novel "Kom hier dat ik u kus" (2014, Griet Op de Beeck, adapted into a film by Sabine Lubbe Bakker and Niels van Koevorden in 2020)
"Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" (1967, Paul McCartney, The Beatles)
Avalokitesvara (Lord who gazes down [at the world], a Bodhisattva [Being of enlightenment]) / Guanshiyin / Sacred Heart (of Jesus)

Collection: Webgarden
Tribute to: Op de Beeck, Griet; The Beatles 
 

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.

Poem H3209
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
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath 
 

Here I hurt myself,

where else? No one else at all --


does, only right here...


Hier bezeer ik mij,Hier verletze ich
waar anders? Niemand anders --mich selbst, wo sonst? Niemand sonst --

doet dat nog, maar hier...tut das noch, nur hier...

Poem S1321
Amsterdam, 2022-01-28
The comfort seekers (Marieke Lucas Rijneveld) - 2020
Poem "De troostzoekers" (in Trouw on December 25th, 2020, and in the collection "Komijnsplitsers")
Collection: Look at me 
Tribute to: Rijneveld, Lucas 
 

Zywa Here I am

Listen to me, as half as I am
Talk to me, talk about me
to your loved ones, to your friends
Talk!
about my big eyes, my crazy dreams
And I, what I want, is lots of things
to tell you, to touch you
Yeah, that's it

     Here, this is who I am
     Here I stand, naked in front of you, yes
     I am afraid
     Here I stand, silent in the fuss


Look at me, look at least
to what's left of me
Look at me, before I hate myself
What can I tell you that
no one else would tell you?
Just a few things, but
it's me, who I am, I offer you all
I have, here you go

     Here, this is who I am
     as naked as I stand here
     there is nothing more
     This is my mouth, my cry
     okay, this is me
     Here, here, here I am I
     my dreams, my desires
     the way I expose myself, the way I smile
     Here I stand, silent in the fuss


Don't leave, please, stay for a long time
even if it won't save me, no
but without you I don't know how
Love me like you love a friend
who is leaving forever
I want you to love me
because I don't know that well
how I should love my half me

     Here, this is who I am
     as naked as I stand here
     there is nothing more
     Here I stand in the fuss and in the storm
     Please look at me
     to my eyes and my hands
     This is all I have to offer
     my mouth, my cry
     Here I am, here I am, here
     here, here
     here, here

Poem 4276
Amsterdam, 2021-12-31
Here I am (Barbara Pravi) - 2021
Free translation of the song "Voilà" ("Here I am", 2021, Barbara Pravi)
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2000-2009 
Tribute to: Pravi, Barbara 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

I want to exist,

please look at me, sympathise --


and feel who I am.


Ik wil bestaan, kijkIch will leben, schau
me aan, leef met mij mee, voel --mich an und fühle mit mir --

en zie wie ik ben.sehe, wer ich bin.

Poem H3018
Amsterdam, 2021-08-18
The closing song of "Tommy" (1969, The Who), "We're not gonna take it", ends with the exclamation "See me, feel me, / touch me, heal me"
Collection: On living on [1]
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Read me

PAN-PAN   Come closer
without secondary objects
of illness and dying

Do not waste time
read my face
not my unusual skull

The sun shines, I breathe just like you
Feel free to touch me, I am
not a shadow behind the threshold
of memories

We can be together these hours
without the fatal snake venom
overgrowing our relationship

There is so much
that I want to hear from you and
that you don't know of me

Be as carnal as you can be
Answer my body language
caress the painful spots and
put your soul in me for a moment

Poem 3925
Amsterdam, 2021-08-11
Eurydice
A person's (deadly) illness is not his identity
"Portrait de la jeune fille en feu" ("Portrait of a Lady on Fire", 2019, Céline Sciamma)
"PAN-PAN, PAN-PAN, PAN-PAN" is the request for help (no emergency)

Collection: On living on [1]
Tribute to: Sciamma, Céline 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Zywa

I write my life
book, not on paper
In many heads

I record who I am
and what I experience, just like you
I forget the future

There is no death in me
Hormones run off and on
Cell growers renew me

I don't smell of decay
Only of cheerfulness
and my desire

to live untroubled
in a home without worries
with pussy-cat and orphan plants

my heart full of garlands
scenting of contact
and gently touching you

to be touched
by your hands
by your attention

Poem 3525
Amsterdam, 2021-03-01
Zywa = alive, vivid
Attention is like sunshine
Hormone = bringing-in-motion
Cytokine = cell-mover, cell-grower

Collection: Dearme
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Losing myself in attention

Seven days is enough
if you only have seven days
to create

Humans do have more time
but no one sees the results
because they are never finished

Yet I keep working
My fire flares up
I want to burn intensely

and lose myself in attention
to the bodies and the languages
that make people readable

lose myself in them
in the fire of their attention
which creates my life

Poem 3433
Amsterdam, 2021-02-03
Collection: Lilith's Powers
 

Zywa Sometimes it rains

It's nice that you think of me
but fantasy would be too much
I am mine, not yours

when I am alone at home
at the table or in bed, longing
for company or attention

or not, I just eat and sleep
in the creases of the night
ignorant whether the moon is shining

In the morning, I awake
the birds arouse my nerves
and sometimes it rains

I have to pee and urgently
be busy, do not think that
you should brush your teeth

to kiss me and melt
me in your warmth
I'm not that lonely

Poem 2760
Amsterdam, 2020-03-11
Collection: Bruises
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Timethoughts

The smiley faces on my screen
are always the same, without wrinkles
The eyes never wink

I am often here, alone
though inseparably
we have become distant friends

So I like to smile a Good Day
at strangers in the street
I'm a good neighbour

and I think about it
that I am so selective
protecting my noble heart

with sensitive antennae
for who oh who
likes to make time for me

Poem 1689
Amsterdam, 2018-02-23
Collection: Changing Times
 

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