Make-up for TV,

make-up for a funeral:


a semblance of life.


Make-up voor tv,Make-up, von einer
of voor een begrafenis:Leiche, fürs Fernsehen: ein --

een schijn van leven.Anschein von Leben.

Poem H6320
Amsterdam, 2026-06-18
Possession, A Romance (A.S. Byatt) - 1990
Novel, chapter 20
The care of masking an unhealthy appearance

Collection: Appearances
Tribute to: Byatt, A.S. 
 

Before she goes to

work, my wife puts on her face --


her everyday face.


Voor ze gaat werkenAn Werktagen schminkt
brengt mijn vrouw haar gezicht aan --sich meine Frau das Gesicht --

haar doordeweekse.das alltägliche.

Poem H6307
Vaison-la-Romaine, 2026-06-05
Possession, A Romance (A.S. Byatt) - 1990
Novel, chapter 3
Collection: Appearances
Tribute to: Byatt, A.S. 
 

Zywa Full face facets

I scan your photo, who you were
is my fantasy, I have no contact
with you in that flower field near Merano

You looked at me questioningly
at that moment, in this photo
of my and your thoughts

since then timelessly
frozen on the edge
of a black eternity

Scanning myself
in the mirror too, I see who I seem
to be and not who I want to see

in the irrevocable traces
of my existence, pieces
of nakedness and makeup

Poem 2319
Amsterdam, 2019-06-29
Eternity: the ultimate black hole
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

Zywa Dearme [1]

I undress and see nothing of me
in the clothes neatly laid out
next to each other to put back on

underwear is underwear, trousers trousers
if there is anything special about it
it is just that

there are no marks on it, I don't advertise
I unstitch myself free
pick the lint from my clothes

out of my navel, the belly is cool, I feel
myself, breast is breast, cheek cheek
but my belly, that's me

my hands know it
better than my eyes
that do recognise my face

as mine, everywhere
where I am, nowhere for sale
but it is veiled now

I am tired, I want rest
having nothing to do with anyone
and still

love myself

Poem 1880
Amsterdam, 2018-10-21
Collection: Dearme
 

In the closet hang

the women I want to be --


and who I might be.


In de kast hangenIm Schrank hängen die
de vrouwen die ik wil zijn --Frauen, die ich sein möchte --

die ik misschien ben.die ich vielleicht bin.

Poem S0270
Amsterdam, 2015-01-26
Collection: The Praised One
 

The light is changing,

and with it, my face changes --


Do I look like me?


Het licht verandert,Das Licht ändert sich,
mijn gezicht verandert mee --und damit auch mein Gesicht --

Lijk ik op mezelf?Gleiche ich mir selbst?

Poem H0837
Amsterdam, 2014-03-06
Collection: Blown sand
 

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