| Thoughts travel far in | |
| people far away and in -- | |
| people close to us. | |
| Gedachten maken | Gedanken reisen |
| verre reizen in verre -- | sehr weit in entfernte und -- |
| en naaste mensen. | in nahe Menschen. |
Amsterdam, 2025-05-03
With a photo of Dory and Paul in a Zodiac Beam machine (for the Feast of Saint Nicholas, December 4th, 1988, Leksmondhof, Amsterdam)
Collection: web tissue
Dedicated to: Lotte W, Madelief dK, Dory dK, Paul J
| I'm not free to go | |
| into the woods, there's a free -- | |
| couple mating there. | |
| Ik kan het bos nu | Im Wald bin ich nicht |
| niet in, een vrijend paartje -- | frei, denn ein Paar fühlt sich frei -- |
| maakt mij juist onvrij. | sich dort zu lieben. |
Amsterdam, 2025-05-01
Lovers (Louis Paul Boon) - 1975
Column "Vrijers", in daily newspaper Vooruit (July 24th, 1975)
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 1960-1979
Tribute to: Boon, Louis Paul
| Writing begins with | |
| empathy, with a makeup: | |
| eyebrows, eyelids, mouth. | |
| Schrijven begint met | Das Schreiben beginnt |
| inleving, met een make-up: | mit Einfühlung, mit Schminke: |
| wenkbrauw, ooglid, mond. | Brauen, Lider, Mund. |
Amsterdam, 2023-08-20
the vulgarity of verses (Antjie Krog) - 2022
Poem "die vulgariteit van verse" (collection "Plunder" ["Pillage"])
Collection: WriteWiser signage
Tribute to: Krog, Antjie
| I watched secretly, | |
| my grandpa was dead, he screamed: | |
| three gold teeth pulled out. | |
| Ik zat in de kast, | Ich saß im Wandschrank, |
| opa was dood, hij schreeuwde: | Opa war tot, er schrie laut: |
| gouden tand eruit. | die Goldzähne raus. |
Amsterdam, 2022-03-21
The gold teeth (Ali Serik) - 2015
Poem "De gouden tanden" (collection "Hartslagen van de mus")
Collection: Shelter
Tribute to: Serik, Ali
| Since Dad is locked up | |
| in the Limbo ward, I've been -- | |
| feeling so crazy. | |
| Sinds papa vast zit | Seitdem Papa auf |
| op de afdeling Limbo -- | der Station Limbo festsitzt -- |
| voel ik mij zo gek. | fühl ich mich verrückt. |
Amsterdam, 2019-01-12
Now that my father has finally ended up in the madhouse (Delphine Lecompte) - 2012
Poem "Nu mijn vader eindelijk in het gekkenhuis is beland" (collection "Blinde gedichten")
Collection: Moist glow
Tribute to: Lecompte, Delphine
| If I could gull, I | |
| would comfortably eat fish -- | |
| near the herring stall. | |
| Als ik kon meeuwen | Könnte ich möwen, |
| zou ik heerlijk vis eten -- | ich würde Fische essen -- |
| naast de haringkar. | an dem Heringstand. |
Amsterdam, 2017-06-17
Gull (Georgina Verbaan) - 2017
Column "Meeuw" (in nrc.next, June 17th, 2017)
Collection: No wonder
Tribute to: Verbaan, Georgina
