Odd? In ancient Rome,

the metropolis, only --


a few Romans lived.


Het oude Rome,Das antike Rom,
de wereldstad, telde maar --die Metropole, hatte --

weinig Romeinen.nicht viele Römer.

Poem S3213
Train Amsterdam-Leeuwarden, 2026-07-23
The Latter Days of Pilate (Simon Vestdijk) - 1938
Novel "De nadagen van Pilatus", chapter 3 - Civil rights
Rome had one million inhabitants in 38 CE, that is the year 791 after the founding of the city

Collection: Inmost [2]
Tribute to: Vestdijk, Simon 
 

Only strong people

can humiliate someone --


By forgiving him.


Alleen wie sterk isNur wer stark ist, kann
kan iemand vernederen --jemanden erniedrigen --

Door vergiffenis.und ihm vergeben.

Poem S3162
Amsterdam, 2026-05-22
Autumn (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2015
Autobiographical novel "Om høsten", part 3, chapter 'November', § 'Forgiveness' - Glemmingebro (near Ystad)
Collection: Writing
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Workers have to run

machines, it's not their job to --


make them make music.


Arbeiders moetenArbeiter müssen
machines laten werken --Maschinen schuften lassen --

geen muziek maken.nicht Musik machen.

Poem S2997
Amsterdam, 2025-10-01
Noises that don't speak (Arnold Marinissen) - 2023
Composition "Des bruits qui ne parlent pas" (with a text from the essay "La condition ouvrière" ["The working class condition"] by Simone Weil from 1937: factory workers are not free people), performed by Arnold Marinissen (percussion and fixed medis), Agathe Labadie (voice), and Dorien Schouten (barrel organ The Busy Drone) in the Organpark on November 1st, 2025
Collection: org anp ARK 
Tribute to: Weil, Simone 
Composer: Marinissen, Arnold 
 

Mama's day passes

uncomplicated, she just --


follows dad's schedule.


Mama's dag verlooptMamas Tag vergeht
ongecompliceerd, zij volgt --unkompliziert, denn sie folgt --

papa's agenda.Papas Agenda.

Poem S2354
De Koog, 2024-09-16
Gut Symmetries (Jeanette Winterson) - 1997
Novel; Gut = Grand unified theory), chapter The Fool - Alice
Collection: Writing
Tribute to: Winterson, Jeanette 
 

There is no beauty

with the dishes, not even --


a dream of real life.


Er is geen schoonheidEs gibt nichts Schönes
bij de vaat, niet eens een droom --beim Abwasch, nicht mal Träume --

van wat leven is.vom echten Leben.

Poem S2334
Amsterdam, 2024-08-31
No Images (William Waring Cuney / Nina Simone) - 1924
Poem, sung a cappella in 1966 by Nina Simone (album "Let it all out")
Collection: Within the walls
Tribute to: Waring Cuney, William; Simone, Nina 
 

The board of their game

is the garden, with servants --


being the pieces.


Het bord van hun spelDas Brett ihres Spiels
is de tuin, met dienstmeisjes --ist der Garten, mit Mädchen --

als hun zetstukken.als Spielfiguren.

Poem S2233
Amsterdam, 2024-06-22
The Enchantress of Florence (Salman Rushdie) - 2008
Novel, part 1, chapter 3 – Pachisi - at the court of Emperor Abdul-Fath Jalaluddin 'Akbar' (= 'the Great' >> 'Akbar the Great')
Collection: Wind
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

For minorities,

equal rights begin again --


and again at Start.


GelijkwaardigheidDie Gleichheit beginnt
begint voor minderheden --für Minderheiten immer --

steeds opnieuw bij Start.wieder im Startfeld.

Poem S2226
Amsterdam, 2024-06-20
Play (Lieke Marsman) - 2020
Poem "Spelen", for the Amsterdam Gay Pride 2020, published in the collection "In mijn mand" (2021)
Collection: Truder
Tribute to: Marsman, Lieke 
 

Words are for the word-

people, she says, you are free --


to just do your job.


Woorden zijn voor woord-Worte sind für Wort-
mensen, zegt ze, dan kun jij --Menschen, sagt sie, und du machst --

gewoon je werk doen.einfach deinen Job.

Poem S2216
Amsterdam, 2024-06-11
Victory City (Salman Rushdie) - 2023
Novel "Victory City" [Vijayanagar >> Bisnaga, based on Fatehpur Sikri ('Victory City', near Agra), the capital of Emperor Abdul-Fath Jalaluddin 'Akbar' (= 'the Great' >> 'Akbar the Great')], part 1 Birth, chapter 4
Collection: Wind
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

In the dwarf village,

they look around, the giants --


laughing unseemly.


In de dwergenstadIn der Zwergenstadt
kijken ze rond, de reuzen --schauen sie sich um, Riesen --

ongepast lachend.unpassend lachend.

Poem S2092
Amsterdam, 2024-01-10
The upper world (Arthur Japin) - 2006
The travelling Märchenstadt Liliput (Fairytale Town of Lilliput, since the 19th century), and the Lilliputian Village in the Dreamland amusement park (since 1904) on Coney Island (New York)
Novella "De grote wereld", § 1

Collection: Being my own museum
Tribute to: Japin, Arthur 
 

Your skin is not black,

it is lily-white, tempered --


in shadowy light.


Jouw huid is niet zwartDeine Haut, nicht schwarz,
maar lelieblank, getemperd --sondern schneeweiß, gemildert --

in het schaduwlicht.im schattigen Licht.

Poem S2026
Amsterdam, 2023-11-27
Midnight's Children (Salman Rushdie) - 1981
A veiled insult
Novel, chapter 1-5 "A public announcement"

Collection: Shadows
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

The frowns on the neck

of the woman are wrinkles --


demanding justice.


De vrouw kijkt mij aan,Halsrunzeln, die Frau
haar nek fronst, gerechtigheid --sieht mich an, Gerechtigkeit --

eisen de rimpels.fordern die Falten.

Poem H4051
Amsterdam, 2023-08-18
the dare of 8 songs - 7. still life with faces (Antjie Krog) - 2022
Poem "de durf van 8 liedere - 7. stillewe met gesigte" (collection "Plunder" ["Pillage"])
Collection: Over
Tribute to: Krog, Antjie 
 

The smell of wrinkles.

Bare ankles, homeless, pillaged --


instead of caressed.


De geur van rimpels.Geruch von Falten.
Blote enkels, geplunderd --Nackte Knöchel, geplündert --

in plaats van bemind.anstatt liebgehabt.

Poem S1866
Amsterdam, 2023-08-16
the making visible of all kinds of raids (Antjie Krog) - 2022
Poem "die sigbaarmaking van allerlei strooptogte"(collection "Plunder" ["Pillage"])
Collection: Blankets of snow
Tribute to: Krog, Antjie 
 

Your prejudices

cost you a lot every time:


many nice contacts.


Je vooroordelenJedes Vorurteil
kosten jou ontzettend veel --kostet dich viel, sehr viele --

leuke contacten.nette Kontakte.

Poem S1763
Amsterdam, 2023-05-17
A lightly inhabited island - Faxing to Ger #5 (Nicolien Mizee) - 2022
Diary novel "Een licht bewoond eiland - Faxen aan Ger #5", April 20th, 2000
Collection: In the shadow
Tribute to: Mizee, Nicolien 
 

Yet, it can't be right:

my skin is coffee brown, but --


my soul would be white?


Het kan niet kloppen:Es kann nicht stimmen:
mijn huid is koffiebruin, maar --meine Haut ist braun, aber --

mijn ziel zou wit zijn?meine Seele weiß?

Poem S1731
Amsterdam, 2023-04-12
The time of the angels (Iris Murdoch) - 1966
Novel, § 3
Collection: Dreams of love
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

Am I elitist

if football is new to you --


and I explain it?


Ben ik elitairBin ich elitär,
als voetbal nieuw is voor jou --wenn Fußball neu für dich ist --

en ik uitleg geef?und ich erkläre?

Poem S1728
Amsterdam, 2023-04-08
I'll call you when I'm dead - Conversations with Armando (Cherry Duyns) - 2023
"Ik bel je wel als ik dood ben - Gesprekken met Armando" ("I'll call you when I'm dead - Conversations with Armando"), 2011-2018, Cherry Duyns
Collection: Stall
Tribute to: Armando; Duyns, Cherry 
 

They work very hard,

while the pilgrims are asleep:


the wallet-rippers.


Ze werken erg hard,Sie arbeiten hart,
terwijl de pelgrims slapen:während die Pilger schlafen:

de beurzensnijders.die Börsenschlitzer.

Poem S1565
Amsterdam, 2022-11-15
The Satanic Verses (Salman Rushdie) - 1988
Novel, chapter 2. Mahoun
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Equality fills

people with fear, for strangers --


thinkers and witches.


Gelijkheid boezemtGleichheit gibt Angst ein,
angst in, voor vreemdelingen --vor fast allen Ausländern --

denkers en heksen.Denker und Hexen.

Poem S1541
Amsterdam, 2022-10-21
Collection: The climbing house
 

Be obedient,

never an adult person --


just a possession.


Altijd maar braaf zijn,Immer schön brav sein,
nooit een volwassene zijn --nie ein Erwachsener sein --

Iemands bezit zijn.nur ein Besitz sein.

Poem S1473
Amsterdam, 2022-07-14
Subordination of women, serfs and slaves
Collection: On living on [2]
 

It is an honour

for me to be there for you --


Until you sell me.


Het is mij een eerJederzeit für dich
om vriendelijk klaar te staan --bereitzustehen ehrt mich --

Tot je mij verkoopt.Bis du mich verkaufst.

Poem S1474
Amsterdam, 2022-07-14
Serfdom
Collection: Migration
 

I fulfil your wish,

your will is my will, the will --


of my enslaver.


Ik vervul jouw wens,Ich gehorche dir,
jouw wil is mijn wil, de wil --dein Wunsch ist mein Wunsch, der Wunsch --

van mijn eigenaar.meines Besitzers.

Poem S1475
Amsterdam, 2022-07-14
Serfdom
Collection: Metamorphic body
 

The news, every day:

fires are burning in the streets --


right out of the hearts.


Het nieuws, dag na dag:Nachrichten, täglich:
er branden vuren op straat --Brandherde auf den Straßen --

recht vanuit het hart.direkt von Herzen.

Poem S1388
Amsterdam, 2022-04-08
Trouble Every Day (Frank Zappa, The Mothers of Invention) - 1965
Song (album "Freak Out!", 1966, The Mothers of Invention)
Frank Zappa Tribute band "2000 Motels" (Q-Factory in Amsterdam, April 8th, 2022)

Collection: High gear
Tribute to: Zappa, Frank; The Mothers of Invention 
Composer: Zappa, Frank 
Dedicated to: Valentina Bruno 
 

There's no poverty

in the whopping shopping street --


it's hiding at home.


Armoe bestaat nietArmut gibt es nicht
in de winterwinkelstraat --im Kaufhaus, sie verbirgt sich --

Ze blijft heel stil thuis.und bleibt zu Hause.

Poem S1294
Amsterdam, 2021-12-15
Collection: Half The Work
 

Zywa Robbed

I am empty, not a person anymore
Not dead yet
Worse
Cast out

They shun death
and the evil spirits
that I carry with me
and might release

Not welcome anywhere
Nobody visiting me
I have to pay
for my husband's fate

He must be
dissatisfied
with me, a worthless possession
to him, to his family

Nobody loves me
They will send me away
If I don't work hard enough
Or bring them bad luck

Poem 3093
Amsterdam, 2020-07-09
LATIN "viduata" = the emptied woman, the robbed woman >> "widow"
JAPANESE "mibojin" = "she who has not yet died", the widow

Collection: On living on [2]
 

Zywa Locked up in a picture story

I want to go to the underworld
but I'm stuck in this dark depot
still the servant who pours the wine

No chance, that someone will drop the vase
and take the loss: sweep up the fragments
as irreparable for the rubbish dump

so that at last my spirit can be a shadow
among the shadows, in silence
equals among each other

everyone keeps quiet, the stories of heroic
deeds no longer matter
neither my past, the loss

of the battle, of my weapons
and my honour, enslaved
my wife also taken away

undressed on display and
sold for the household
and sexual services

I too had to pose naked
for the famous pot painter
who robbed me of my soul

Poem 2482
Amsterdam, 2019-10-27
Slave-trade
From ancient Greek times, several images of wine pouring have been preserved on ceramic vases, such as Ganymedes for Zeus, Athena for Herakles, a satyr for Dionysos, and so on

Collection: Migration
 

Zywa Buried treasure

A trunk full of coins, countless
too many to use them in some way
We dispose of them properly

by putting them away for later
in a safe place, buried
under the ash in the middle of our town

We have enough, with the cattle
the pans and the women
who we capture across the border

The men, we trade
for jewelry and silver
that way we get rid of them

without having to kill
or to fear a rebellion
After all, life is hard enough already

Poem 2483
Amsterdam, 2019-10-27
Slave-trade
Collection: Migration
 

Zywa Honourless

The pale one is watching me
with her big sad eyes
Ashamed I look at the manure
in which I live with Nena

Never should she, like me
be orphaned, daddy why
did you co-operate, why
didn't withdraw me from that honour

to make money in the temple
of the mother of us all
where men come
and pay for the fertility

of their cattle, oh heifer
I don't want anymore, but you
must be on heat again

otherwise you are more useless
than I, cast, thanks
for services rendered

Poem 1760
Amsterdam, 2018-05-17
Collection: Changing Times
 

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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