Animals will dream

of a few human things they --


do not understand.


Een dier zal echt welEin Tier wird schon von
dromen van mensendingen --menschlichen Dingen träumen --

die het niet begrijpt.die es nicht versteht.

Poem H6267
Amsterdam, 2026-05-21
Autumn (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2015
Autobiographical novel "Om høsten", part 2, chapter 'October', § 'Tankers' - Glemmingebro (near Ystad)
Collection: Writing
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Zywa Biochips

Wie ein Prototyp
wie man mithilfe von Suchwörtern
blitzschnell relevante Informationen
für eine Reaktion
zusammen recht

bevor bekannt ist, warum
bevor man eine Ahnung hat, warum
man tut, was man tut
nun ja, was man getan hat
So geht es

weiter, Illusionen
von Ordnung, Vernunft und Willen
die mich zu dem formen
der ich zu sein glaube
Als Phänomen

der vollen Automatik
meiner Sinne
und Gehirnprozesse
und wie sich mein Körper
dabei fühlt

Poem 5979
Amsterdam, 2026-04-03
Collection: Half The Work
 

I do gymnastics

in a net, it's the endless --


dark web of my thoughts.


Ik doe gymnastiekIm Netz mache ich
in een net, het grote net --Gymnastik, im großen Netz --

van mijn gedachten.meiner Gedanken.

Poem H6129
Amsterdam, 2026-03-04
My struggle 4. Dancing in the Dark (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2010
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Fjerde bok", part 5 - September 1987, Troms
Collection: Leaving
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Zywa The brain program

When I go out, I do that in the park
I approach you for a chat: so
you're here on vacation

and you think Amsterdam is a nice city?
Quite different from home, yes, what you say
I feel the same way, that's how it is

It goes for everyone
don't you think? You're young
but I know that

One has to experience it
if possible, that's good
people need it

yes, really, that's how we are
I hear it no differently
Yes, from many countries

I speak people, young and old
and all of us have those thoughts
and those wishes

Poem 5752
Amsterdam, 2025-12-14
Collection: Metamorphic body
 

Brain cells that are still

functioning after the stroke --


sound alarm, in vain.


Hersencellen dieFunktionsfähige
na het infarct nog werken --Gehirnzellen schlagen Groß-

slaan alarm, vergeefs.alarm, vergeblich.

Poem S2641
Amsterdam, 2025-04-14
My son has a sex life and I read Little Red Riding Hood to my mother (Renate Dorrestein) - 2006
Novel "Mijn zoon heeft een seksleven en ik lees mijn moeder Roodkapje voor", chapter 'December - silver crown'
Collection: Metamorphic body
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

Later nights with him

light up over the image --


of my first time there.


Latere nachtenSpätere Nächte
met hem belichten het beeld --mit ihm beleuchten das Bild --

van die eerste keer.des ersten Males.

Poem S1176
Amsterdam, 2021-05-18
Le Grand Meaulnes (Alain-Fournier) - 1913
Novel "Le grand Meaulnes"
Collection: Moist glow
Tribute to: Alain-Fournier 
 

Zywa My head-servant

I don't know what is true
I see connections and doubt
about my head-servant

for he draws them compulsively
and connects memories
amidst all their twists and turns

More and more often I want
him to redo it, but
it takes him increasingly more

imagination to understand
what is happening and what
in summary, is untenable anyway

so haphazardly does it come
criss-cross from all sides, and it
gets lost within me and falls apart

Poem 1676
Amsterdam, 2018-02-14
Collection: The light of words
 

Zywa Self-managed teams

Our body has a head full
of officials for problems
Efficiently and with integrity
they follow the procedures
implemented in our brains
that warn of side effects
hormone storms, agonising
tissues and neoplasm nooks

They are our brethren, keepers
against unused reserves and
calcification, guardian angels
made of providence
Problems come to light
in time in the routine
which unites our forces
to our best reason

Poem 1399
Amsterdam, 2017-06-07
Collection: On living on [2]
 

Zywa Without filters: Blind

My eye-filters organise
fragments into the world
of which I am aware
My habitat

Without filters, I would
go blind from everything
go crazy from everything
Not survive

I organise you too
and if I had no filters
and more receptors
you would occupy me even more

That would paralyse me
it would blind me
and devour me, for
love knows no bounds

Poem 1375
Amsterdam, 2017-05-24
The golden mean
Collection: Local traffic
Tribute to: Aristoteles 
 

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