Like a mole I dug

up my past, readers, follow --


me through my tunnels!


Als een mol groef ikWie ein Maulwurf grub
mijn verleden op, lezers --ich mein Leben aus, Leser --

graaf mijn gangen na!folgt meine Tunnel!

Poem H5781
Amsterdam, 2025-08-03
Anyone who wants to find what I hid here must be prepared (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Wie wil vinden wat ik hier verborg moet bereid zijn", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part VIII [Authorship], and in "Diary 1964-1965" (2008) - December 10th, 1965, Bologna
Collections: Self-portraits, Whirligig Scribbler 
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

When you see no way

out, you still have the entrance --


to the past you know.


Als je geen uitwegWer keinen Ausweg
ziet, heb je nog de ingang --sieht, dem bleibt noch der Zugang --

naar je verleden.zur Vergangenheit.

Poem H5616
Amsterdam, 2025-06-18
In the Eye (Marijke Schermer) - 2024
Novel "In het oog", chapter 'In het oog, in het hart' ('In the eye, in the heart')
Collection: Inwardings
Tribute to: Schermer, Marijke 
 

The older you grow,

the better you understand --


what it is, 'the past'.


Hoe ouder je wordt,Je älter man wird,
des te meer je begrijpt wat --desto mehr weiß man, was die --

'het verleden' is.'Vergangenheit' ist.

Poem H5099
Amsterdam, 2024-11-30
Collection: Greeting from before
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Hans J, Ruud J, Lucy J 
 

The past is hidden

like a treasure, it's hard work --


excavating it.


Het verleden isDie Vergangenheit
een schat, ontzettend veel werk --ist ein Schatz, harte Arbeit --

om op te graven.sie auszugraben.

Poem H4981
Amsterdam, 2024-10-14
the ground beneath her feet (Salman Rushdie) - 1999
Novel, chapter 3 Legends of Thrace
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Over the wide fields

of collected memories --


the past strides about.


Over de veldenÜber die Felder
van onze herinnering --des Gedächtnisses schreitet --

schrijdt het verleden.die Vergangenheit.

Poem H4951
Amsterdam, 2024-10-04
Procession music (Sinta Wullur)
Upon La Mi Re (Anonymous/Thomas Preston) - 2024

Compositions "Procession music" (2024, Sinta Wullur, for 12 gongs and organ) and "Upon La Mi Re" (16th century, Anonymous/Thomas Preston, arranged by Sinta Wullur for gamelan and organ), performed in the Organpark by Gamelan ensemble Global Gongs and Henk Verhoef (organ), on October 4th, 2024
Collection: org anp ARK 
Composers: Wullur, Sinta; Preston, Thomas 
 

In hindsight you see

what happened, not surprising --


but predictable.


Achteraf zie jeIm Nachhinein sieht
wat er is gebeurd en hoe --man, was passiert ist und wie --

voorspelbaar het was.vorhersagbar auch.

Poem H3724
Amsterdam, 2023-02-12
The Office - The A.P. Beerta Institute (Han Voskuil) - 1998
Novel "Het Bureau - Het A.P. Beerta-Instituut"
Page 750, Maarten Koning and Ad Muller (1977)

Collection: Frustration
Tribute to: Voskuil, Han 
 

Read, and realise:

it also is about you --


this past history.


Lees, en besef danLese, erkenne:
dat het ook over jou gaat --es geht ebenfalls um dich --

die verleden tijd.die Vergangenheit.

Poem H2328
Amsterdam, 2018-11-26
Oh, oh, Madame, aren't you exaggerating? (Marjoleine de Vos) - 2018
Column "Oh, oh, Madame, overdrijft u niet?" in the nrc.next of October 26th, 2018
Collection: Here &Now&
Tribute to: De Vos, Marjoleine 
 

Please give me some flour

mixed with sand and let me taste --


what poor people ate.


Geef me meel gemengdGib mir Mehl, vermischt
met zand en laat me proeven --mit Sand, und lass mich schmecken --

wat armen aten.was ein Armer aß.

Poem H1689
Amsterdam, 2017-05-25
Cattle (Anne van Amstel) - 2016
Poem "Vee" (collection "Geef me nu ik wil")
Collection: Being my own museum
Tribute to: Van Amstel, Anne 
 

Give me a golden

age to look around in, and --


see as Rembrandt did.


Geef me een goudenEin goldenes Zeit-
eeuw om in rond te kijken --alter, um zu betrachten --

met Rembrandt's ogen.mit Rembrandts Augen.

Poem H1690
Amsterdam, 2017-05-25
Etching (Anne van Amstel) - 2016
Poem "Ets" (collection "Geef me nu ik wil")
Collection: Being my own museum
Tribute to: Van Amstel, Anne 
 

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With the past, I have nothing
to do, those times were
different and they are over

Wash tub, bleachfield and garden-toilet
in sepia with a jagged edge
behind modern colour photos

of my own life in the progress
of the nations to the romanticism
of amusement parks to participate

in Romans or Indians
farmers and old crafts
from the Middle Ages

my own life
as a real explorer
who explores the Celts

and the Batavi, smelling
their life, the pine needles
swampy grass, smoking fire

charred food, wet clothes
and the self-dug poo pit
that I already knew from the photo

Poem 1347
Amsterdam, 2017-05-12
Collection: Changing Times
 

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