Saturated soil,

the water is pushing to --


the sides, to the sea.


Verzadigde grond,Gesättigter Grund,
het water duwt zich langzaam --das Wasser drängt zur Seite --

naar opzij, naar zee.drängt in Richtung Meer.

Poem H5226
Amsterdam, 2025-02-07
Descendants (Arnold Dreyblatt) - 2025
Composition, for four pipe organs in one space, performed in the Organpark by Arnold Dreyblatt, Reinier van Houdt, Claudio Baroni, and Lucie Nezri on February 7th, 2025
Collection: org anp ARK 
Tribute to: Dreyblatt, Arnold 
 

Her head in her hands,

she's tired, the last confession --


is too much for her.


Hoofd in de handen,Kopf in den Händen,
zo moe is ze, de laatste --müde, die letzte Beichte --

biecht is haar teveel.ist zu viel für sie.

Poem H4013
Amsterdam, 2023-08-03
The Queen of the Tambourine (Jane Gardam) - 1991
Novel, § Concerning June 2nd (1990)
Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Gardam, Jane 
 

Everything is Weight

and Counter-weight: it's Fate and --


the Wheel of Fortune.


Alles is GewichtAlles ist Gewicht
en Tegenwicht: het Lot en --und Gegengewicht: Schicksal --

het Rad van Fortuin.neben dem Glücksrad.

Poem H3972
Amsterdam, 2023-07-26
Oranges are not the only fruit (Jeanette Winterson) - 1985
Novel, part "Leviticus"
Collection: No wonder
Tribute to: Winterson, Jeanette 
 

There's no other way.

I must be white when he's black --


be black when he's white.


Het kan niet anders.Es geht nicht anders.
Ik moet wit zijn als hij zwart --Ich muss weiß sein, wenn er schwarz --

zwart als hij wit is.schwarz, wenn er weiß ist.

Poem H3806
Amsterdam, 2023-04-28
I'm not there (Lize Spit) - 2020
Partner with bipolar disorder
Novel "Ik ben er niet", page 442

Collection: Shelter
Tribute to: Spit, Lize 
 

The water bubbles,

boils, fizzes, and sizzles: fire --


satisfies its thirst.


Het water borrelt,Das Wasser blubbert,
het ziedt, het bruist en sist: vuur --kocht, sprudelt und zischt: Feuer --

lest kolkend zijn dorst.löscht wild seinen Durst.

Poem H2939
Amsterdam, 2021-04-18
The diver (Friedrich Schiller) - 1797
Poem "Der Taucher" (Musen-Almanach 1798)
Collection: Stream
Tribute to: Schiller, Friedrich 
 

Zywa Visiting Sick

I walk back and forth
my house is not big

Outside is too far for me
and it is cold there
with dark clouds

I have plenty of time
to look, to see
small contrasts, birds flying past
the life that is dear to me

Do come to me
feel what is real
for which I put so much effort
feel what is important

what is pleasant, beautiful and cheerful
feel that there are friends
to share it with

now and later for yourself
there's no need to be afraid

Poem 3390
Amsterdam, 2021-01-18
Collection: Lilith's Powers
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Recession Party

Don't look at the past
not at the statistics
that are meant to rise
and thus deepen the abyss
into which you do not dare to fall

Rather, turn around, step back
and live like old people
simply, without illusions
about what you need

Take so many steps back
that you have time again
to do nothing
As a rebel member
of the splinter party

choose a life without
stifling profits, choose
for public facilities, for
happiness now and in the future

Poem 2394
Amsterdam, 2019-08-19
Collection: Summer birds
 

Now that he wants to

make it up, I understand:


he does what he can.


Nu hij het graag wilErst jetzt, wo er es
goedmaken, begrijp ik het:beilegt, verstehe ich es:

hij doet wat hij kan.er tut, was er kann.

Poem H1848
Amsterdam, 2017-11-03
Diary 1962-1963 (Frida Vogels) - 2007
"Dagboek 1962-1963" - July 17th, 1963, Bologna
About father's visit to her in April 1953 (Paris)

Collection: ThereFrom
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Resiliently hanged:

the instrument is restless --


In search of balance.


Hangend aan veren:An Federn hängend:
rusteloos het instrument --unruhig das Instrument --

zoekend naar balans.Gleichgewicht suchend.

Poem H1752
Amsterdam, 2017-08-08
The hard core - 1, and Diary 1966-1967 (Frida Vogels) - 1992
Autobiographical account "De harde kern" - 1 (1992), and "Dagboek 1966-1967" (2009) - April 4th, 1967, Amsterdam
Collection: Between us
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

After lashing the

fields, the wind lies down on top --


of the ears of corn.


Na het geselenNach der Geißelung
van de velden gaat de wind --der Felder legt sich der Wind --

liggen op het graan.auf dem Getreide.

Poem H0412
Amsterdam, 2013-02-15
Collection: PumicePieces
 

Pupae
rearrange body and mind
Pupae
I too am working out a new balance

I recover:
I reflect
I let wounds heal
I exercise cautiously
 

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