In a safe, open

society everyone --


has an open face.


In een veilige,In Gesellschaften,
open maatschappij zie je --sicher und offen, sind die --

open gezichten.Gesichter offen.

Poem H5441
Amsterdam, 2025-05-05
With a photo of Dory and Paul with a face mask due to Covid-19 (May 13th, 2020, Staringstraat, Amsterdam)
Openness: no risk of infection, no masked thugs, and no religious obligation to wear a face veil (niqab)

Dory and Paul

Collection: web tissue
Dedicated to: Lotte W, Dory dK, Paul J 
 

Curfew, everyone

must live in their own capsule --


away from the earth.


Spertijd, iedereenSperrzeit, jeder in
in een eigen capsule --seiner eigenen Kapsel --

los van de aarde.weg von der Erde.

Poem S2599
Amsterdam, 2025-03-15
Lockdown measures due to Covid-19, 5 years ago
Collection: Blown sand
 

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 theatres close,

maybe we'll see that again --


in a film series.


Theaters sluiten,Theater schließen,
misschien zien we dat nog eens --vielleicht sehen wir das noch-

in een filmserie.mal als Filmreihe.

Poem S2225
Amsterdam, 2024-06-20
Belated parliamentary questions (Lieke Marsman) - 2020
Poem "Verlate kamervragen", for the "Occupied City" project (lockdown due to covid-19), published in the collection "In mijn mand" (2021)
Collection: Within the walls
Tribute to: Marsman, Lieke 
 

Empty waiting rooms

in the hospital, no one --


will become ill here.


Lege wachtkamersDie Wartezimmer
in het ziekenhuis, niemand --der Poliklinik sind leer --

zal hier ziek worden.Hier wird niemand krank.

Poem S1481
Amsterdam, 2022-07-18
Collection: Greeting from before
 

Zywa A furtive visit

Here I lie, no respiratory mask
There is a little wind
I get too little air

to talk, no energy
My body is busy
eliminating the virus

I have no strength for anything
don't even fancy nuts or chocolates
just sleep, I would like to sleep

And wake up well rested
In bed next to you. I go too far
I'll only go to sleep after you have left

There are few colours, high veils
no thunderstorm in the air, no birds
From above I see us lying

Our breath is exactly the same
Five meters apart, we are
not really trespassing

I haven't caught your little bird yet

Poem 4564
Amsterdam, 2022-06-29
Social distancing to prevent infection
"Il Decameron" (Boccaccio, Anno 1353), 5th day, 4th story: because of the heat, Caterina is allowed to sleep on the balcony, where she listens to the nightingale; in the morning her father Lizio sees her naked with her friend Ricciardo, holding his nightingale in her hand; Lizio calls his wife to show her what kind of bird Caterina has caught
uccello = bird, usignolo = nightingale
Pier Paolo Pasolini filmed this story in 1971

Collection: It takes a lot of tries to make a début
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

At times a boat, car,

or delivery, the town --


has been ruralised.


Af en toe een boot,Ab und zu ein Boot,
een auto, de bezorger --ein Auto, die Lieferdienst --

De stad is verdorpt.Die Stadt ist verdorft.

Poem H3172
Amsterdam, 2022-01-10
Lockdown because of Covid-19
Collection: It takes a lot of tries to make a début
 

The nights are silent,

the ferries out of service --


everyone in bed.


De nachten zijn stil,Die Nächte sind still,
de veerboten buiten dienst --die Fähren außer Betrieb --

iedereen in bed.jeder ist im Bett.

Poem H3173
Amsterdam, 2022-01-10
Lockdown because of Covid-19
Collection: WoofWoof
 

The businesses closed,

quiet in the streets, and yet --


crowded in the parks.


De bedrijven dicht,Läden geschlossen,
stil in de straten, en toch --ruhige Straßen, und doch --

druk in de parken.lebhaft in den Parks.

Poem H3169
Amsterdam, 2022-01-06
Lockdown because of Covid-19
Collection: Summer birds
 

Here is the hotspot:

a meander of people --


queueing for a shot.


Hier is de hotspot:Hier ist der Hotspot:
een lange slinger mensen --eine Langschnur von Leuten --

die een prik willen.für eine Impfung.

Poem H3153
Amsterdam, 2021-12-23
Covid-19 (booster dose)
Collection: The drama
 

The Welcome signposts

lead me deep into the maze --


At Shot I am out.


De bordjes WelkomWillkommensschilder
leiden me de doolhof in --ins Labyrinth, bei Impfung --

Bij Prik ben ik uit.bin ich endlich Aus.

Poem H3155
Amsterdam, 2021-12-23
Covid-19 (booster dose)
Collection: The drama
 

It is a symptom

of political failure:


waterbed-swinging.


Het is een symptoomEs ist ein Symptom
van falende politiek:der fehlenden Politik:

waterbed-deining.Wasserbett-Wellen.

Poem S1290
Amsterdam, 2021-12-01
Society as free flow mattress
Collection: PumicePieces
 

It's solemnly wrong

with the world: the choir members --


are wearing black masks.


Het is plechtig misDie Welt ist ernsthaft
met de wereld: het zangkoor --verkehrt, denn der Chor tritt auf --

draagt zwarte maskers.mit schwarzen Masken.

Poem S1274
Egmond aan Zee, 2021-10-27
Collection: A Home
 

Zywa Jeroen Bosch

Another boring day
Everything is what it seems
without fantasies

I'm not like professor T
who makes Jeroen Bosch paint
what is going on:

everything embodied
as what it is and therefore
transparent

The city is large, but small
is my view, as if
we live far away from each other

in spaceships, built-up
areas as small as hamlets
where the truth is close

but all the harder
to be seen, to be tested, and to be said
There is no way out

I can't escape
only dream without running
into danger in the outside world

Poem 3690
Amsterdam, 2021-04-15
Covid-19 Lockdown
Police series "Professor T" (2015-2018) with Koen de Bouw as Jasper Teerlinck

Collection: BloodTrunk 
Tribute to: De Bouw, Koen 
 

Zywa Space Oddity

I take a bath in salt water
where gravity does not exist
On the shelf there is a new set
of the same clothes laid out

There is no concert hall here
and no outside for walking
only a greenhouse
where I like to sniff scents

free of human traces
the skin creams and soap
with which we, counted acquaintances
distinguish ourselves

And when I take care
to pee silent and to poop
not sputtering
leave the light out

and have sex carefully slow
I am the only one on the toilet
in my bed and the bath
who spies on me

Poem 3692
Amsterdam, 2021-04-15
Space Oddity (David Bowie) - 1969
Covid-19 Lockdown
Song "Space Oddity" (album "David Bowie")

Collection: BloodTrunk 
Tribute to: Bowie, David 
 

Zywa While I lie awake

Without the outside world, my house
is everything, less and less a home
Short walks, for the rest
we stay inside
when we go out

with a video call
a nicely set table
a borrowed book, movies
always in the same chair
and a neighbour visiting

Lots of time together
but he has a hobby and I don't
come around to anything
It's boring, life
does not flow in me

In bed I share him
with silence and sleep
no radio, no talking
just his warmth next to me
while I lie awake

Poem 3415
Amsterdam, 2021-01-29
Lockdown
Collection: More
Dedicated to: Dory dK 
 

We hear the glass skin

that separates us, ringing. --


Another outbreak.


Je hoort de glashuidMan hört die Glashaut
die ons scheidt vaak rinkelen. --die uns trennt, immer klirren. --

Weer een uitbraak.Ausbruch nach Ausbruch.

Poem S1114
Amsterdam, 2020-12-22
Social distancing (Covid-19)
Collection: Changing Times
 

Christmas, visitors

absent -- as the saying goes:


peace starts with yourself.


Kerst zonder bezoek:Weihnacht, kein Besuch:
vrede, zei het spreekwoord al --Frieden, wie das Sprichwort sagt --

begint bij jezelf.beginnt bei dir selbst.

Poem H2849
Amsterdam, 2020-12-12
Mohanda Ghandi (1869-1948): If you want to change the world, first change yourself
Collection: The drama
Tribute to: Ghandi, Mohanda 
 

Love does not anchor

in the time of corona --


catching up for years.


Liefde blijft varenLiebe ankert nicht
in tijden van corona --in Zeiten der Korona --

ze haalt jaren in.holt jahrelang auf.

Poem H2850
Amsterdam, 2020-12-12
Gabriel García Márquez:"El amor en los tiempos de cólera" (1985, "Love in the Time of Cholera")
Fermina and Florentino sail on "La Nueva Fidelidad" ("The New Fidelity") in quarantine back and forth on the river Magdalena

Collection: Dream flight
Tribute to: García Márquez, Gabriel 
 

I want to enjoy

strawberries with sweet slipstream --


be healthy again.


Ik wil genietenIch will Erdbeeren
van aardbeien met shampoo --mit Tagrahmen genießen --

en weer gezond zijn.wieder gesund sein.

Poem S1080
Amsterdam, 2020-11-14
Report by Ellen de Bruin in nrc.next - 2020
Exhaustion and confusion from Covid-19 disease
Collection: Moist glow
Tribute to: De Bruin, Ellen 
 

In the empty streets

I am a living statue --


feeling a bit dead.


In de lege stadDie Straßen sind leer,
ben ik een levend standbeeld --nur lebende Statuen --

Ik voel me half dood.schon ein bisschen tot.

Poem S1081
Amsterdam, 2020-11-14
Interview with Maartje Wortel - 2020
Interview in the nrc.next of November 14th, 2020
Lockdown measures due to Covid-19

Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Wortel, Maartje 
 

Zywa 1.5m air

Sometimes you look up, listening
whether there is anyone, then I don't fall
into your arms, we are not so
intimate with each other
regardless how much I love you

I get as close as possible
I whiten my shadows, bath me
in the scents of your home
and sneak around like a ghost
without a sheet

Sometimes something creaks
then you look up for a moment
without seeing where I am
and I answer your thoughts
with Chance

and the feeling of being alone
peacefully alone at home
there is no kissing
no sleeping together
and no one is missed

Poem 3026
Amsterdam, 2020-06-30
Covid-19 pandemic, Social distancing
Dule si (Temple of Solitary Joy, in Tianjin, dedicated to Guanyin, built in 984)

Collection: Changing Times
 

Zywa 1.5m water

We swarm across the border
where the threshold was a wall
the guards are large-sighted
the farmers plow on

We push our way out of the cold
through the roses on the right, the lilies on the left
red and white the leaves
swirling behind us

We are many
more tomorrow
thunder rolls through the clouds
the children become restless

the parents get them home
on the way, they still glow
with freedom, at home
they close the doors

with infected hands
there is not enough soap
and not enough stock
to keep us at bay

We escape time and time again
nail open new houses
dive inside
and unleash a flood

Poem 3023
Amsterdam, 2020-06-29
Covid-19 pandemic, Social distancing
The virion enters the cell with an S-spike glycoprotein (spike-shaped protrusion)

Collection: Changing Times
 

Zywa 1.5m earth

We are close together
without touching each other
we do that underground

in the airy worm bed
far from the chattering magpies
on our arms, the arrows

of the squeaky parakeets
with the news of the day
and the screaming gulls

We do it in the dark
licking each other's juices
and we intertwine

Ants, we don't tolerate
nowhere on our skin
they have to go elsewhere

where the parties are
fungi and lice galore
not here

Poem 3020
Amsterdam, 2020-06-28
Covid-19 pandemic, Social distancing
Collection: Changing Times
 

Zywa 1.5m fire

Hey, there you are again
What a coincidence. I am here again
Well, we both are, like yesterday
Are those rocker sole shoes?

Oh, that's a birthmark
Here, you mean, you point
right here? No
don't come any closer!

     You're already scorching me!
     you ignite my imagination
     it starts to burn
     the smoke clouds me

     and I like to blaze splendidly
     until nothing is left of me
     and then arise again, jump
     again, into the fire

     of desire
     dance in the flames
     glow together forever
     Where shall we meet?

     I'd like to get to know you
     although I wonder:
     does fire know the bodies
     to which it jumps?

Poem 3017
Amsterdam, 2020-06-27
Covid-19 pandemic, Social distancing
Collection: Changing Times
 

My mask is smiling,

quite happily, I'm not sick --


but I'm frustrated.


Mijn mondkapje lacht,Die Maske lächelt,
heel vrolijk, ik ben niet ziek --sehr fröhlich, ich bin nicht krank --

maar wel gefrustreerd.aber frustriert schon.

Poem S1032
Amsterdam, 2020-06-15
Collection: Greeting from before
 

Blind premature deaths

sneak around in sheep's clothing --


we look them away.


Voortijdige doodVorzeitiger Tod
sluipt blind rond in schaapskleren --schleicht blind herum im Schafspelz --

we kijken hem weg.wir schauen ihn weg.

Poem S1024
, 2020-06-12
Collection: Greeting from before
 

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