| He spews so many | |
| truths at us listeners that -- | |
| all of them drop dead. | |
| Zoveel waarheden | Er spuckt uns so viel |
| spuugt hij ons luisteraars toe -- | Wahrheit entgegen, dass es -- |
| dat ze doodvallen. | alles tot umfällt. |
Amsterdam, 2026-05-10
Get drunk! (Jan-Peter de Graaff) - 2023
Composition "Enivrez-vous!" ("Get drunk!"), part II. Ecclesiastes, for the Calefax Reed Quintet; arranged for organ in 2026, and performed on May 10th, 2026 at the Organpark, by Geerten van de Wetering (organ) - Drunkenness through conviction
Collection: org anp ARK
Composer: De Graaff, Jan-Peter
| The speaker waits and | |
| looks around compellingly: | |
| Think along with me! | |
| De spreker pauzeert | Der Sprecher wartet |
| en kijkt dwingend de zaal rond: | und blickt eindringlich umher: |
| Denk mee, allemaal! | Denkt mit mir, alle! |
Amsterdam, 2026-03-26
The Chosen One (Wessel te Gussinklo) - 2024
Unfinished novel "De uitverkorene", chapter 9
Collection: High gear
Tribute to: Te Gussinklo, Wessel
| He speaks with passion, | |
| and yet in every word he -- | |
| is very clerkly. | |
| Hij spreekt bevlogen, | Er spricht mit Leiden- |
| en toch is hij in elk woord -- | schaft, und doch ist jedes Wort -- |
| zeer ambtenaarlijk. | sehr beambterlich. |
Amsterdam, 2026-03-25
The Chosen One (Wessel te Gussinklo) - 2024
Unfinished novel "De uitverkorene", chapter 3
Collection: High gear
Tribute to: Te Gussinklo, Wessel
| Always the details | |
| after my lectures, always -- | |
| only half-listened. | |
| Altijd de details | Immer die Details |
| na mijn lezingen, altijd -- | nach einem Vortrag, immer -- |
| maar half geluisterd. | nur halb zugehört. |
Amsterdam, 2026-03-25
The Chosen One (Wessel te Gussinklo) - 2024
Unfinished novel "De uitverkorene", chapter 3
Collection: High gear
Tribute to: Te Gussinklo, Wessel
| Your picture postcard | |
| is spring in my living room, | |
| lightness in my heart. | |
| Jouw ansichtkaart is | Deine Postkarte |
| de lente in mijn kamer, | bringt Frühling in mein Zimmer, |
| lichtheid in mijn hart. | Leichte in mein Herz. |
Amsterdam, 2026-03-10
Picture (Wolfert Brederode) - 2010
Improvisation "Ansicht"
Released on de CD "Key Figures" (Organpark)
Collection: Silent walk
Composer: Brederode, Wolfert
| Being in touch with | |
| unreachable far away: | |
| through the post office. | |
| Toch contact hebben | In Kontakt stehen |
| met onbereikbaar ver weg: | mit der unerreichbaren -- |
| door het postkantoor. | Weiten: durch die Post. |
Amsterdam, 2025-09-01
Woman in the doorway of the East Machias Post Office (Berenice Abbott) - 1954
Photo (Maine, U.S. Route 1)
Collection: Local traffic
Tribute to: Abbott, Berenice
| You don't answer me, | |
| my searchlight isn't that strong, but -- | |
| I keep signalling. | |
| Je antwoordt mij niet, | Du antwortest nicht, |
| mijn zoeklicht is niet zo sterk -- | mein Strahler ist schwach, aber -- |
| maar ik blijf seinen. | ich blitze dich an. |
Amsterdam, 2025-08-21
For days it remains dark on the other side (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Al dagen blijft het donker aan de overkant", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part X [Father]), and in "Diary 1970-1971" (2011) - September 16th, 1971, Bologna
Collection: Lookout
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida
| People just stammer, | |
| in harpsichord music and -- | |
| from the distant moon. | |
| Mensen stamelen, | Die Menschen stammeln, |
| in klavecimbelmuziek -- | in der Cembalomusik -- |
| en vanaf de maan. | und vom fernen Mond. |
Amsterdam, 2025-08-13
The grotesque, moving, of people speaking (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Poem "Het groteske, ontroerende, van tot elkaar sprekende", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part IX [Marriage]), and in "Diary 1968-1969" (2010) - September 12th, 1969, Bologna (Apollo 11 landed on the moon on July 21th, 1969)
Collection: Between us
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida
| Do you understand, | |
| or should I turn the drawing -- | |
| into a hooter? | |
| Begrijp je het, of | Verstehst du, oder |
| moet ik van de tekening -- | soll ich aus der Zeichnung ei- |
| een toeter maken? | ne Tröte machen? |
Amsterdam, 2025-05-25
With a photo of Lotte taken during a video call (April 2nd, 2017, Grossdietwil)
Collection: Local tardiness
Dedicated to: Lotte W
| You're angry. No way. | |
| You are! You quarrel, again -- | |
| you contradict me! | |
| Je bent boos. Echt niet. | Du bist wütend. Nicht. |
| Wel! Je zoekt ruzie, alweer -- | Doch! Du suchst Streit, schon wieder -- |
| spreek je me tegen! | widersprichst du mir! |
Amsterdam, 2025-05-01
As long as there is life (Renate Dorrestein) - 2004
Novel "Zolang er leven is", part 3, Winter, chapter Zekerheid (Certainty)
Collection: Local tardiness
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate
| The thin diary | |
| contains advice and questions -- | |
| to the deaf old man. | |
| Het dagboek bestaat | Das Tagebüchlein |
| uit adviezen en vragen -- | besteht aus Rat und Fragen -- |
| aan de dove man. | an den tauben Mann. |
Amsterdam, 2024-01-26
Outside, it's Monday (J. Bernlef)
Novel "Buiten is het maandag", § 3-3
Collection: Here &Now&
Tribute to: Bernlef, J.
| She performs her show, | |
| spraying looks at the dumbos -- | |
| her tormented looks. | |
| Ze voert haar show op, | Sie macht ihre Show, |
| strooit naar de stommelingen -- | bewirft die Dummköpfe mit -- |
| gekwelde blikken. | gequälte Blicke. |
Amsterdam, 2024-01-23
Outsiders (Renate Dorrestein) - 1983
Novel "Buitenstaanders", § 3
Collection: Lack
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate
| The calls for prayer | |
| freeze and fall in empty streets -- | |
| as sacred snowflakes. | |
| Bevroren vallen | Gefroren fallen |
| de oproepen tot gebed -- | die Aufrufe zum Gebet -- |
| als sneeuw op de stad. | als Schnee auf die Stadt. |
Amsterdam, 2023-12-28
Midnight's Children (Salman Rushdie) - 1981
Novel, chapter 3-5 "A wedding"
Collection: Shadows
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman
| She submerges us | |
| in a great deluge of words -- | |
| We're completely soaked. | |
| Ze overspoelt ons | Sie überschwemmt uns |
| met een zondvloed van woorden -- | mit einer Flut von Worten -- |
| We raken doorweekt. | Wir werden durchnässt. |
Amsterdam, 2023-11-27
Midnight's Children (Salman Rushdie) - 1981
Novel, chapter 1-4 "Under the carpet"
Collection: Shadows
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman
| I'm alone for weeks, | |
| at eight there are the lookouts -- | |
| on the radio. | |
| Wekenlang alleen, | Wochenlang allein |
| en 's avonds de waarnemers -- | am Abend die Ausgucke -- |
| op de radio. | im Bergradio. |
Amsterdam, 2023-10-14
Desolation Angels (Jack Kerouac) - 1965
Book, chapter 1-1-7, written 1956 (Jack Kerouac spends two months in de lookout shack on Desolation Peak, near Ross Lake in Washington State)
Collection: MistI
Tribute to: Kerouac, Jack
| None of those present | |
| gets ever interrupted -- | |
| when they're all talking. | |
| Nooit wordt er iemand | Niemandem wird je |
| in de rede gevallen -- | in die Rede gefallen -- |
| als iedereen praat. | wenn alle reden. |
Amsterdam, 2023-06-29
The filling station on the route - 1 (Jan Baeke) - 2013
Poem "Het tankstation op de route" - 1 (collection "Het tankstation op de route")
Collection: Stall
Tribute to: Baeke, Jan
|
After today's four steps |
Amsterdam, 2023-05-08
Four steps: four postal stops
Postilions (post-coachmen) wear heavy boots, to protect against getting jammed; these boots are named after the average distance between the posts (postal stops, relays): "bottes de sept lieues" ("seven-league boots")
Postillon d'amour = Post-coachman of love
Collection: Migration
| 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. |
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
| She is silent, I | |
| keep talking, I say too much -- | |
| put on show naked. | |
| Zij zwijgt, dus praat ik | Sie schweigt, ich rede |
| maar door en zeg ik te veel -- | weiter und sage zu viel -- |
| bloot te kijk gezet. | nackt zur Schau gestellt. |
Amsterdam, 2021-01-28
Journeyman in marble (Anjet Daanje) - 2006
Novel "Gezel in marmer", part 2, chapter 4
Collection: Truder
Tribute to: Daanje, Anjet
| Whatever you say | |
| to somebody else, you say -- | |
| to yourself as well. | |
| Alles wat je zegt | Alles, was du sagst |
| tegen een ander, zeg je -- | zu jemand anderem, sagst -- |
| ook tegen jezelf. | du auch zu dir selbst. |
Train Amsterdam-Vlissingen, 2019-06-04
Maurits and the facts (Gerrit Krol) - 1986
Novel "Maurits en de feiten", § 2
Collection: On the fly
Tribute to: Krol, Gerrit
| The men know what to | |
| do in the flashing light of -- | |
| the lighthouse woman. | |
| De mannen weten | Die Männer wissen, |
| wat te doen in het zwaailicht -- | was zu tun ist, im Blinklicht -- |
| van de vuurbaakvrouw. | der Leuchtturm, der Frau. |
Train Amsterdam-Den Haag, 2018-06-19
A Frisian does not cry (Gerrit Krol) - 1980
Novel "Een Fries huilt niet", chapter 6.4
Collection: Specialities
Tribute to: Krol, Gerrit
| At regular times | |
| a message comes, stating: this -- | |
| connection exists. | |
| Op vaste tijden | Zu festen Zeiten |
| komt er een bericht: deze -- | kommt eine Meldung: diese -- |
| verbinding bestaat. | Verbindung besteht. |
Amsterdam, 2018-06-18
A Frisian does not cry (Gerrit Krol) - 1980
Old computer communication. Also applies to acquaintances
Novel "Een Fries huilt niet", chapter 2.4
Collection: Rasping ants
Tribute to: Krol, Gerrit
| Another letter | |
| from her, on its way for years -- | |
| Received past her death. | |
| Nog een brief van haar, | Ein Brief von ihr, schon |
| jaren onderweg geweest -- | lange unterwegs, über -- |
| Over haar dood heen. | ihren Tod hinaus. |
Amsterdam, 2017-12-22
Still you send me signs, still messages travel (Frida Vogels) - 2013
Verse "Nog zend je me tekens, nog reizen boodschappen", published in "Diary 1974-1976" - June 24th, 1975, Bologna
Collection: Overwritten
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida
| If no one takes up | |
| what you write, you explain it -- | |
| in another book. | |
| Als niemand begrijpt | Wenn niemand versteht, |
| wat je schrijft, leg je het uit -- | was du schreibst, erklärst du es -- |
| in een volgend boek. | in noch einem Buch. |
Amsterdam, 2017-12-01
Diary 1966-1967 (Frida Vogels) - 2009
"Dagboek 1966-1967" - April 28th, 1966, Amsterdam
Collections: Self-portraits, Whirligig Scribbler
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida
| I am a stranger, | |
| I have no sense of humour -- | |
| that bridges the gap. | |
| Ik ben een vreemde | Ich bin ein Fremder |
| voor hen, ik heb geen humor -- | für sie, hab keinen Humor -- |
| die dat overbrugt. | der das überbrückt. |
Ufhusen, 2017-08-25
Diary 1954-1957 (Frida Vogels) - 2005
"Dagboek 1954-1957" - October 2nd, 1957, San Severo
Collection: ThereFrom
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida
| They keep arguing | |
| in my presence, obviously -- | |
| I need to know this. | |
| Ze maken ruzie | Sie streiten vor mir, |
| waar ik bij ben, dus dat moet -- | also muss ich das alles -- |
| ik blijkbaar weten. | anscheinend wissen. |
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 1st, 1967, Amsterdam
Collection: Between us
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida
| My therapist says: | |
| ghosts are just normal people -- | |
| haunting in the mind. | |
| Mijn therapeut vindt | Mein Therapeut hält |
| geesten gewone mensen -- | Geister für Dutzendmenschen -- |
| spokend in je hoofd. | die im Kopf spuken. |
Amsterdam, 2016-11-02
Tom Puss and The Ghost of Bumble Castle (Marten Toonder) - 1975
Comic strip #148 - "Tom Poes en Het Spook van Bommelstein" (tiers 8130-8189), tier 8160
Collection: Puss & Lord
Tribute to: Toonder, Marten
| Should I write verses | |
| as a racehorse, as a train? | |
| launch them as arrows? | |
| Moet ik mijn verzen | Soll ich die Versen |
| maken tot renpaard, tot trein? | zu Rennpferd, zu Zug machen? |
| afschieten als pijl? | abschießen als Pfeil? |
Amsterdam, 2016-10-24
Greeting Walt Whitman (Álvaro de Campos) - 1915
Poem "Saudação a Walt Whitman" (Fernando Pessoa)
Collection: On the fly
Tribute to: De Campos, Alvaro; Pessoa, Fernando
| I breathe and blow sound | |
| worlds into existence, I -- | |
| scream for an answer! | |
| Ik adem, ik blaas | Hör, ich atme Klang- |
| klankwerelden tot leven -- | welten Leben ein, schreiend -- |
| ik schreeuw om antwoord! | nach einer Antwort! |
Amsterdam, 2014-11-28
I breathe (Daan Manneke) - 1979
Composition "Pneoo", performed by organist André Ferreira
Collection: ORG anp ark
Composer: Manneke, Daan
| After his stupid | |
| statement, his laugh challenged me: | |
| Just contemplate this! | |
| Zijn lach na iets doms | Nach seiner Dummheit |
| dat hij zei, daagde me uit: | lockt sein Lachen mich heraus: |
| Denk hier over na! | Überdenke das! |
Amsterdam, 2013-06-17
Collection: I am
| The space probe calls out | |
| Hello, is anyone there? -- | |
| nine ten I'm coming. | |
| De ruimtesonde | Die Raumsonde funkt |
| seint Hallo, is hier iemand? -- | Hallo, gibt es hier jemand? -- |
| negen tien ik kom. | neun zehn ich komme. |
Amsterdam, 2011-11-26
Collection: Heart's Delight
| Peep toot ummm eak oooh: | |
| four pipe organs are talking -- | |
| none of them has ears. | |
| Piep tuut hmmm deuh oooh: | Pfiff Tut Hmmm Döh Oooh: |
| vier orgels zijn aan het woord -- | es sind vier Orgeln am Wort -- |
| en geen heeft oren. | keine hat Ohren. |
Amsterdam, 2011-11-19
Crawling - for organs (Samuel Vriezen) - 2011
Composition, performed in the Organpark on November 19th and 20th, 2011, and on October 31st, 2015
Collection: ORG anp ark
Composer: Vriezen, Samuel
