Zywa

Zywa Only the sea

I hate it here, the heat, all
year round, even when it rains
that horrible rain, the bugs
the bad water, awful food

the poor people, they are everywhere
the rich people, so pleased
with themselves, and the hustle and bustle

the gaudy clothes, the loud
talking, all the questions and orders
the dirt, the stench and the squatting
to poop, I hate it

money with which you can't buy anything
in shabby shops, stupid entertainment
the films, the dancing, the music

all the accents, the crooked language
and the proper language, which is uncommon
all the cars except American
and those too because they are old models

school, which is a prison
holidays, oh so stiff
even then no time off

old people, children, radio and TV
without reception, and the arguments
about the gods
Only the sea is worthy of me

Poem 5563
Amsterdam, 2024-10-15
the ground beneath her feet (Salman Rushdie) - 1999
A child in Mumbai in the fifties
Novel, chapter 3 Legends of Thrace
Collection: Sludge

India is much

more than chaos: through and through --

logical chaos.



India is veel	Indien ist viel
meer dan chaos: door en door --	mehr als Chaos: durch und durch --

logische chaos.	logisches Chaos.

Poem H4618
Amsterdam, 2024-05-06
Shalimar the Clown (Salman Rushdie) - 2005
Novel, chapter India - 'India is chaos making sense'
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman

Zywa Tinkering

The wheel turns fast here
the twelve spokes form circles
and time flies by

There is still so much wrong
around us, we have to
work harder and be patient

While the bigwigs dance
on the volcano and don't dare
to look, afraid

of getting dizzy
and losing everything
we do what we can

always go the extra mile
and look with a different eye
then there will be plenty of ideas

to play and use toys
for a way out of the problems
caused by our solutions

Poem 5515
Amsterdam, 2024-04-24
Tinkering: 'jugaad', a creative improvisation, a frugal innovation, a solution that bends the rules
The wheel: in the flag of Bharat (India)
A fast life: in "The Moor's Last Sigh" (1995, Salman Rushdie), the body of Moraes Zogoiby (the Moor) develops twice as fast as normal
For toys, man invented the wheel
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman

Mass of supporters

times corruption-degree squared --

makes a dynasty.



Mensenmassa maal	Gruppenmasse mal
corruptie in het kwadraat --	Korruption im Quadrat macht --

maakt een dynastie.	eine Dynastie.

Poem S2171
Amsterdam, 2024-04-03
The Moor's Last Sigh (Salman Rushdie) - 1995
Novel, chapter "Spices from Malabar", (2-) 15
Bharat's (India's) variation of E=mc2 (Energy = mass * lightspeed square) is: D=mc2 (Dynasty = mass-of-supporters * corruption square)
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman

Any overworld

is a palimpsest over --

a scraped underworld.



De bovenwereld	Jede Oberwelt
is een palimpsest over --	ist ein Palimpsest über --

de onderwereld.	einer Unterwelt.

Poem S2168
Amsterdam, 2024-04-02
The Moor's Last Sigh (Salman Rushdie) - 1995
Novel, chapters "Spices from Malabar", (2-) 11 and "The Moor's Last Sigh", (4-) 19
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman

Cities put their faith

in citizens, villages --

put their faith in god.



Steden vertrouwen	Städte vertrauen
op hun burgers, de dorpen --	auf die Bürger, die Dörfer --

vertrouwen op god.	vertrauen auf Gott.

Poem S2163
Amsterdam, 2024-03-31
The Moor's Last Sigh (Salman Rushdie) - 1995
Novel, chapter "A house divided", (1-) 4
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman

Waiving happiness

and suffering for the truth:

a better country.



Afzien van geluk	Auf Glück verzichten
en lijden voor de waarheid --	und leiden für die Wahrheit:

van een beter land.	ein besseres Land.

Poem H4587
Amsterdam, 2024-03-30
The Moor's Last Sigh (Salman Rushdie) - 1995
Mahatma Gandhi and Jawaharlal Nehru
Novel, chapter "A house divided", (1-) 3
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman

A tangled patchwork,

bits of all kinds of people --

that's how Mumbai was.



Een lappendeken	Ein Flickenteppich
van mensen, van alles wat --	aus allerlei Menschen, so --

zo was Mumbai toen.	war Mumbai damals.

Poem H4555
Amsterdam, 2024-03-11
Two Years Eight Months & Twenty-Eight Nights (Salman Rushdie) - 2015
Novel "Two Years Eight Months & Twenty-Eight Nights" (which is 1001 nights), chapter 2 "Mr Geronimo"
Collection: Wind
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman

Zywa The Great Story

What is one is itself
but if you know someone else
you are partly also that person
you are also what was different
until that moment

And you observe that, it dawns
on you and you grow

That's interesting, we repeat it
in stories about people
and the gods they imagine:
the more souls, the merrier and the more
humor thanks to the differences

And the trick is to learn
to see that everyone is everything

Therefore, yes therefore there was
a feast in heaven for the wicked sons
at the end of their tumultuous lives
while the good sons
were taken to hell

And the supreme god laughed
at their illusions

Poem 2370
Amsterdam, 2019-07-26
Unity and discord in Bharat (India) - -1500
Epic "Mahabharata" ("The Venerable World"), book 18:3
The epic is about a struggle for power in the Aryan tribes when they settled in Bharat (India) from 1500 BCE; it is recorded in 350 CE and ends with the conclusion that everything is an illusion
Collection: The drama
Tribute to: Mahabharata

Zywa A stone from paradise

The giant that stopped me
was a wall on the banks
of the great river, far
beyond the palaces

where servants like angels
provide a heaven on earth
for princes and princesses and always

there are naked sages begging
before the gate, warning the people
not to be under any illusions

A small hatch in the wall
opened, an old hand
handed me a pebble

a stone from paradise
on the other side of the wall
It was smooth. What to do with it?

Aren't we all
stones from paradise
on this side of the wall

where the kings suffer in seclusion
from boredom and the trouble
to keep it that way?

Poem 2286
Amsterdam, 2019-06-20
Alexander the Great (356-323) in Bharat (India), 326-325
Collection: Metamorphic body

Zywa Silvery shine

The war happened to me
the hostile people
my neighbours and family
I have to

take my loss
anyway

The dark is teaching me
to accept
that I am invulnerable
there is no need to flee

my soul is my asylum
if I kill, I kill lovingly

with a silvery shine
around my duty
which is not a mirror
of their motives

Poem 2109
Amsterdam, 2019-02-20
Arjuna, prince in Bharat (India) - -1500
Epic "Mahabharata" ("The Venerable World")
Arjuna = Silvery shine
Krishna = Dark
Collection: Short Sermons
Tribute to: Mahabharata

Zywa Silent investigation

The bell, an unexpected visit:
a gentleman who asks me

to come along, I have to
I am arrested

but only for further investigation
Please don't make it any worse!

At the office, I get a seat
Please wait here, then it will

be fine, it takes time
You do understand, don't you?

Accuracy is required and you are
not the only one. I wish that was true!

We get food, just enough
in our own stench, silently

arguing around
the growing puddle of urine

over the rotting mattresses
a soft bed of worms

from the breathtaking poop barrel
It seems we've been quietly forgotten

Sometimes someone whispers
if he dares and faces

the angry glances of fear
of caning, so as not to get crazy

Poem 2068
Amsterdam, 2019-01-28
The trial (Franz Kafka) - 1925
Goa in 1675 - Inquisition
Book "Der Process" (1925, Franz Kafka)
Collection: Short Sermons
Tribute to: Kafka, Franz

Zywa Like us

You see it everywhere: stones
burnt black with bones
a barbecue in the fire
of angry men

Sometimes dies one nobody
speaks about it what do you do
if the truth is too painful
if you even want to guess?

You don't run into soot stones
you keep back
or poke them curious
if there's anything underneath

I wasn't there
but for sure, I'm not crazy
so maybe she was -
thinking to be human

like us

Poem 915
Amsterdam, 2016-12-24
Execution of women in Pakistan and Bharat
Collection: On living on [2]

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