Zywa Gates in the city

At the end of the avenue
which curves gently
through the city
stands the train station

No tall, green crests
on the trunks, but
sturdy cross beams, on which
birds currently rest

Modern temple gates
which do not give access
to a sacred, heavenly
silence, but

which will carry people
on their journeys to each other -
free from obstacles
over all the hustle and bustle

Poem 5940
Amsterdam, 2026-03-01
1873, Construction of the "Luchtspoor" ("Air Rail"), the 2.2 km long railway viaduct over the Gedempte Binnenrotte ("Closed Inland Rotte") in Rotterdam, put into use in April 1877

Air Rail
Torii = bird perch, gate at the entrance of a Shinto shrine
Collection: Migration
 

The global oceans

are rising, will Mother Earth --


be floating about?


De wereldzeeënDie Ozeane
stijgen, zal Moeder Aarde --steigen, wird Mutter Erde --

wel blijven drijven?dann herumschwimmen?

Poem H5420
Amsterdam, 2025-04-29
Expo Osaka - 2025
The Dutch pavilion (2023, Thomas Rau), composed of reusable parts, at the (World Exhibition) 'Expo Osaka 2025' - Promotion of Dutch hydraulic engineering

Globe

Waves
Collection: On living on [2]
Tribute to: Rau, Thomas 
 

I will drive away

tyranny, law and justice --


I will soon restore.


De tirannie zalDie Tyrannei ver-
ik verdrijven, wet en recht --treiben, Gesetze und Recht --

zal ik herstellen.wiederherstellen.

Poem H5335
Amsterdam, 2025-03-21
The tyrant's fate is unfavourable (Domenico Lalli / Antonio Vivaldi) - 1716
Air "La tiranna avversa sorte" (RV 700), from the opera "Arsilda, regina di Ponto", 1st act, 7th scene - Tamese, king of Cilicia
Song "Wilhelmus" (text 1570), since 1932 the Dutch national anthem; 6th verse: 'That I may remain pious, your servant at all times, to drive out the tyranny that wounds my heart'
Collection: May the Might
Composer: Vivaldi, Antonio 
 

Our beloved king

must shine as if he is free --


in his golden cage.


Onze koning moetUnser König muss
stralen alsof hij vrij is --leuchten, als wäre er frei --

in zijn gouden kooi.in dem Goldkäfig.

Poem S1404
Amsterdam, 2022-04-26
Interview with Rodaan Al Galidi - 2022
"The King of the Netherlands", interview in NRC, April 26th, 2022, and the book "Leef, mens. Leef!" ("Man, live. Live!", 2022)
Collection: May the Might
Tribute to: Al Galidi, Rodaan 
 

Zywa Mosaic virus

I have
fishing nets over my field and
a guard with biting dogs
since there is windmucus

in my tulips, my gold
worth half a canal house
or fifteen years of wages
per bulb

oh if only I could
cut off the thieves' hands
and display their balls
in formaldehyde

in the flaming colours
of the stolen mucus
of which only the wind knows
no, nobody

nobody knows
what the tulip disease is called

Poem 2347
Amsterdam, 2019-07-06
Tulip mania from 1634 till 1637, related to a mosaic virus (virus = mucus, poison)
Spinning straw into gold ("Rumpelstiltskin is my name" - a Rumpelstilzchen is a little poltergeist; from: Shrivelpole = Dwarf with short legs)
Collection: Mosaic virus
 

Zywa If we have carrots, we sell them

Through the forests, over mountains
and seas we travel, the roads
are free

What is special, we take
along the way, in long caravans
Along the markets

along coasts and ravines
through steppes, through storms
and robbers

What is good for the neighbours
is even better for us
It is prosperity

Free passage, free trade
are worth wars to us
We laugh

at power and land, which are
expensive to defend and yet
get lost

Poem 2114
Amsterdam, 2019-02-22
Collection: Mosaic virus
 

Zywa States General

Let's cooperate and liberate the world
from humanists and believers
because they do not believe
in mighty people

but in justice
Let's cooperate and free the world
Let money rule without borders
of virtue and let us cooperate

to make more power with a profit
See the foreigners on heaven's
edges look enviously over the fence
at us conquerors of the world

Let them look, they are not coming in!
We buy us safe and free, we don't have
to pray anxiously for our possessions
like small bosses, farmers and citizens

Because we shift the risks
We can count on poor people
the mercenaries of having nothing
to lose than their lives

Poem 607
Amsterdam, 2016-03-28
1650, The Hague
Ceiling painting in the meeting rooms
Collection: PumicePieces
 

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