We are witnesses

of Jerusalem, the place --


where there is no peace.


Wij zijn getuigenWir sind die Zeugen
van Jeruzalem, de stad --Jerusalems, der Stadt in --

waar geen vrede is.der kein Frieden herrscht.

Poem S2565
Amsterdam, 2025-02-18
Silent Eyes (Paul Simon) - 1975
Song, album "Still Crazy After All These Years"
Jerusalem = Foundation/Dwelling of (the god of war) Shalem, later explained as: City of Peace

Collection: Here &Now&
Tribute to: Simon, Paul 
 

Zywa Flag of stories

The zealots fight harder and harder
for their own state, own country
against the loss of their stories

Their frustration memory
the doom image of anonymously
and dispersed over the earth

having a good life
but not being chosen
and still not free

of strangers, their incomprehension
and selective envy and
above all the past

that obliges them under penalty
of loss of flag, loss of identity and of
everything that should cover the cargo

The cruelty from heaven
The far-flung death
The finally acquired land

and the permanent salvation
from the itinerant existence
of Nahor, Terah, Abram

and the daughters of the daughters
of the daughters of the daughters
of his daughters

Poem 1764
Amsterdam, 2018-05-25
Jerusalem now
Collection: The Praised One
 

Zywa I know

I know the books of wisdom
and the rules how to live
without idols, yet modest

I know: a king does matter
he makes proud and servile
he sits on a throne of violence

I know: failure divides
nationalists in zealots
and dreamers, licking

their bitterness behind walls
of obdurate hope, dissatisfied
with a good life, yes I know

For 1000 years they've been fighting
in the name of the Force
of their desire

to enjoy princely
ignoring that peace is not free
and that there are no inhuman people

only people who pay the price
who know the words
and believe

in action

Poem 1762
Amsterdam, 2018-05-24
Jerusalem from AD 30 until now (from Saul to current anti-Palestinian nationalism)
Collection: The Praised One
 

Zywa The guestbook

Outside, the street is full of roles
barbed wire, you don't see them
behind the blinded windows
of formal peace

Inside everyone walks naked
in their clothes around the tower
of stacked seats on which
the Commissioner is sitting

He wiggles, the mouth full
of national interests and mutual care
The walls are decorated with names
Out of politeness I note mine

in the guestbook, sixteen pages
after a woman who has become famous
I leave my borrowed laurels
I don't want to rest on them

Poem 1734
Amsterdam, 2018-04-27
Headquarters of the British police in the Princess Mary Street, Jerusalem, May 19th, 1948
Poem "The Tower" (Charles Simic, 1994, collection "A Wedding in Hell")

Collection: The Praised One
 

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