In the space station

I am weightless, almost all --


I am is my brain.


In het ruimteschipIn der Raumstation
ben ik gewichtloos, bijna --bin ich schwerelos, bin ich --
alleen nog mijn brein.fast nur mein Gehirn.

Poem S2600
Amsterdam, 2025-03-15
Lockdown measures due to Covid-19, 5 years ago
Astronauts as prototypes of the virtual human

Collection: Blown sand
 

The body's dying

process may be realised --


by the fading brain.


Het stervensprocesDer Sterbeprozess
van het lichaam wordt misschien --des Körpers wird vielleicht wohl --
beseft door het brein.vom Gehirn erkannt.

Poem S2289
Amsterdam, 2024-07-28
Frankissstein: a love story (Jeanette Winterson) - 2019
Novel, What terrified me will terrify others
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 10s
Tribute to: Winterson, Jeanette 
 

Oh dear, the mother

of all earworms completely --


took over his brain.


Helaas, de moederAuwei, die Mutter
aller oorwurmen nam zijn --aller Ohrwürmer hat sein --
hersenen over.Gehirn annektiert.

Poem S2211
Amsterdam, 2024-06-05
The Ultimate Melody (Arthur C. Clarke) - 1957
Short story
Collection: Human excess
Tribute to: Clarke, Arthur C 
 

We are talking, then

she suddenly sinks into --


a deep thinking hole.


We zijn in gesprekWir reden und dann
en dan zakt ze ineens weg --versinkt sie plötzlich ganz tief --
in een diep denkgat.in einem Denkloch.

Poem H4665
Amsterdam, 2024-05-30
Descent (Lidy van Marissing) - 2008
Poem "Afdaling" (collection "Zoek de lege gebieden")
Collection: Within the walls
Tribute to: Van Marissing, Lidy 
 

The future: unknown,

the past: either forgotten --


or misremembered.


Toekomst: onbekend,Zukunft: unbekannt,
verleden: vergeten, of --Vergangenheit: vergessen --
verkeerd onthouden.oder falsch gemerkt.

Poem H4153
Amsterdam, 2023-09-14
The GP and the light girl (Simon Vestdijk) - 1952
Novel "De dokter en het lichte meisje", chapter "I defend the middle and my honour"
Collection: Inmost
Tribute to: Vestdijk, Simon 
 

I can picture it,

it sounds like whipcheck, chiptrack --


no, I mean: shipwreck.


Ik zie het voor me,Ich weiß es genau,
het klinkt als viezer, ietser --es klingt wie Erbsund, Herzum --
ik bedoel: fietsster.ich meine: Herbststurm.

Poem H3949
Amsterdam, 2023-07-14
Expressive aphasia after mild damage to the Broca's area by a stroke
Collection: The light of words
Dedicated to: Dory dK 
 

Afternoon napping.

My thoughts are sneaking around --


on their downy toes.


Middagdoezeling.Nachtmittagsdösen.
Mijn gedachten sluipen rond --Meine Gedanken schleichen --
op hun dons-tenen.auf Strümpfen herum.

Poem H3815
Amsterdam, 2023-05-08
Collection: WoofWoof
 

Does society

choose my friends critically --


from people on hand?


Kiest de maatschappijWählt die Gesellschaft
kritisch al mijn vrienden uit --meine Freunde kritisch aus --
wie beschikbaar is?den Vorhandenen?

Poem H3558
Amsterdam, 2022-11-01
Philosphy of behaviour (Behaviorism)
"Beyond freedom and dignity" (1971, Burrhus Skinner)
Collection: Froend
Tribute to: Skinner, Burrhus 
 

Who is a brain boss?

Who balances his thinkles --


and does really know?


Wie is een breinbaas?Wer ist ein Hirnboss?
Wie balanceert zijn denksels --Wer gleicht seine Denkels aus --
en weet werkelijk?und weiß tatsächlich?

Poem H3512
Amsterdam, 2022-10-21
#171 - Sir Bumble and the antiliar (Marten Toonder) - 1982
Comic strip Heer Bommel en de antiloog (tiers 01145-01238), tier 01149
Collection: Puss & Lord
Tribute to: Toonder, Marten 
 

My thoughts constitute

an intricate equation --


with only unknowns.


Mijn gedachten zijnMeine Gedanken
een lange vergelijking --sind eine lange Gleichung --
met onbekenden.mit Unbekannten.

Poem H3379
Amsterdam, 2022-07-13
Wondrous studied me (Toon Tellegen) - 2016
Poem "Wonderbaarlijk heeft mij bestudeerd" (collection "Wonderbaarlijk buigt zich over water")
Collection: Perhaps / Some day / Occasionally / Almost
Tribute to: Tellegen, Toon 
 

Zywa The first humans

Men are cautious
they rather spurn their chances

than to rely on their noses, but
they can be seduced to take a little bite

if you insist and
have not gotten sick from it yourself

Indeed, it started
with the famous apple, a fig

After the first one he too wanted more
We learned

to look through the foliage
to remember where the trees are

and how to get there, to smell
where the fruit is ripe

We got up earlier than the others
and left in the moonlight

to be the first just a little further away
and get the prize

We grew in our head
and became human

Poem 4519
Amsterdam, 2022-06-11
Inaugural lecture by Karline Janmaat on June 10th, 2022 in Leiden: with the emerging of angiospermous plants, primates evolved into human beings
The tree of the knowledge of good (useful) and bad (detrimental): Genesis 2:9,17

Collection: A Home
 

Zywa Lost in language

He drove me to the sea
I make small steps
barefoot

Barefoot steps in the cold
sand, I do my best
I don't lie down

The toes of my feet
comes towards me
Next to his steps

We have done this
before, nothing wrong
The wind was always blowing

salt into my hair
foam into my words
playing hide and seek

inside my head, and the seagulls
squawk shrilly through it
I get lost in language

differences and bad
connections, and still
he does not notice

Poem 3979
Amsterdam, 2021-10-04
Collection: On living on [1]
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Brain waves

Doing a lot gives a lot
It does not matter

whether you use muscles
or just smell or listen

Doing a lot gives a lot
to think about,it bounces

thoughts around between
should, want and can

or it crawls from image to image
until your worn body rests

and your mind stands still, at most
making an inventory of old information

where the indexes are still legible
and ruminating what has been stored there

Poem 2523
Amsterdam, 2019-12-01
Collection: web tissue
 

People are order,

domes overarching the world --


head to head apart.


De mens schept orde,Der Mensch schafft Ordnung,
koepels over de wereld --mit Kuppeln über die Welt --
in elke schedel.in jedem Schädel.

Poem H2449
Amsterdam, 2019-05-02
The introduction - Faxing to Ger #1 (Nicolien Mizee) - 2017
Diary-novel "De kennismaking - Faxen aan Ger"
Collection: Out of place
Tribute to: Mizee, Nicolien 
 

Zywa My head-servant

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

because he's doing it compulsively
He always connects memories
through all their twists and turns

So more and more often
I want him to redo it
But it costs him more and more

fantasy to understand
what is happening and, sum-
marized, still is not tenable

because it comes haphazardly
from all criss-cross sides
gets lost in me and disintegrates

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

Zywa Knot

Signals in the atmosphere
lay a web of information
over my face

They infiltrate through
my senses, excite my brain
and captivate me with grace

amazement and the wish
to understand what
they push and pull within me

in my thoughts and needs
in my strands to their
hearts, their hands, and feet

from my knowing to their
knowing in a knot
from everyone to everyone

Poem 1551
Amsterdam, 2017-09-20
Collection: The drama
 

Zywa Popping and plucking

Seemingly out of nothing
small sounds of a beginning
are popping and plucking

in the pool of my thoughts

atoms of observation
in the infinite void
of my mind

my universe in the multiverse

intersecting image-
particles that connect
to coherent thoughts

I knead, mix and bend them

until they smile
or I let them burst
for a new beginning

Poem 1402
Amsterdam, 2017-06-09
Collection: New Ago
 

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: The Praised One
 

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