When you look back, you

never see life, only what --


is no longer there.


Wie terugkijkt zietWer zurückblickt, sieht
nooit het leven, alleen maar --nie das Leben, sondern das --

wat er niet meer is.was nicht mehr da ist.

Poem H6066
Amsterdam, 2026-01-26
My struggle 2. A Man in Love (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2009
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Andre bok", part 3 - July 29th, 2008, Malmö
Collection: Leaving
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

It is a story

from the past: large stone figures --


in the barren land.


Het is een verhaalEine Geschichte
van vroeger: grote beelden --von früher: die Figuren --

in het lege land.in dem öden Land.

Poem H6026
Amsterdam, 2025-12-17
Angel's Egg (Mamoru Oshii) - 1985
Video-animation film "Tenshi no Tamago"
Moai Maea ('Stone Figures') on Rapa Nui (Big Rapa, Easter Island)

Collection: Plasma
Tribute to: Oshii, Mamoru 
 

Sepia postcards,

with signatures of names that --


have been forgotten.


Oude kaarten, metAntike Karten,
handtekeningen, namen --mit Unterschriften, Namen --

die vergeten zijn.die niemand mehr kennt.

Poem H6018
Amsterdam, 2025-11-18
The Man in the Wooden Hat (Jane Gardam) - 2017
Novel, part 3: Life, chapter 23
Collection: Em Brace
Tribute to: Gardam, Jane 
 

Traces of the past

in the landscape, leave them as --


they are, they are dead.


Sporen van vroegerSpuren von früher
in het landschap, laat het zo --in der Landschaft, lass sie, wie --

Dit vroeger is dood.sie sind, sie sind tot.

Poem H5895
Amsterdam, 2025-08-28
Lines, figures exposed: a city (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Poem "Lijnen, figuren die men blootlegt: een stad", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3" [part XI, Deceased]), and in "Diary 1974-1976" (2013) - March 19th, 1974, Amsterdam
Collection: Overwritten
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

From the discarded

past, some mute shards still stick up --


in the arable.


Van vroeger stekenAus dem Land ragen
er in het bewerkte land --aus der Vergangenheit noch --

wat scherven omhoog.einige Scherben.

Poem S2837
Amsterdam, 2025-08-05
The past that was given for better (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Het verleden dat men voor beter gaf", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part VIII [Authorship], and in "Diary 1966-1967" (2009) - July 27th, 1966, Bologna
Collection: Self-portraits
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

What we push behind

us piles up, it is blocking --


our escape route back.


Wat we achter onsWas wir hinter uns
wegduwen hoopt op, blokkeert --schieben, häuft sich an, versperrt --

onze terugweg.uns den Weg zurück.

Poem H5774
Amsterdam, 2025-08-02
They only had eyes for what lay before them (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Zij hadden slechts oog voor wat voor hen lag", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part VII [Acquiescence]), and in "Diary 1964-1965" (2008) - October 5th, 1965, Bologna
Collection: Self-portraits
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

What the sea washes

up is ballast, not kept for --


long by anyone.


Wat de zee aanspoeltWas das Meer anspült,
is ballast, wordt door niemand --ist Ballast, von niemandem --

langdurig bewaard.lange aufbewahrt.

Poem H5763
Amsterdam, 2025-07-31
What remains when the sea retreats (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Wat achterblijft wanneer de zee zich terugtrekt", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part VII [Acquiescence]), and in "Diary 1964-1965" (2008) - April 24th, 1965, Bologna
Collection: Self-portraits
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Recovery can

take a long time, like waiting --


for what is over.


Herstellen duurt somsGenesung kann sein
heel erg lang, alsof je wacht --wie das Warten auf etwas --

op wat voorbij is.das vergangen ist.

Poem S2695
Amsterdam, 2025-06-04
With a photo of marble fragments on the Acropolis during the restauration of the Parthenon (September 27th, 1989, Athens)

Parthenon

Collection: Local tardiness
Dedicated to: Lotte W, Madelief dK 
 

An open space, for

fantasy, how it was here --


once, in ancient times.


Een open plek, voorEin offener Raum,
fantasie, hoe het hier was --für Fantasie, wie's hier war --

ooit, in de oudheid.in der Antike.

Poem H5470
Amsterdam, 2025-05-16
With a photo of Paul in the Circus Maximus, the stadium for chariot racing in ancient Rome (September 11th, 1985)

Circus Maximus

Collection: Changing Times
Dedicated to: Lotte W, Paul J 
 

Around the ruins

of the distillery still --


smell bells of lungwort.


Om de ruïneIn den Ruinen
van de stokerij geuren --der Brennerei riechen noch --

nog klokjes longkruid.Lungenkrautglöckchen.

Poem H5376
Silvolde, 2025-04-15
Alsem (wermod ['wormwood'], artemisia absinthium, flowering period in summer) and lungwort (pulmonaria, flowering period in spring) are used in the preparation of vermouth and absinthe
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

The circus, cancan,

from times we know so well from --


movies. Black and white.


Het circus, cancan,Der Zirkus, Cancan,
uit de tijd die we kennen --aus der Zeit die wir kennen --

van de film. Zwart-wit.aus dem Film. Schwarz-weiß.

Poem S2570
Amsterdam, 2025-02-19
The Image Book (Jean-Luc Godard) - 2018
Film "Le livre d'image", part 5 "La région centrale" ("The central region", namely the Arab-African countries), the ending of the movie
Collection: Greeting from before
Tribute to: Godard, Jean-Luc 
 

Fish and waterfowl,

swaying algae in the shapes --


of statue remnants.


Vissen en water-Fische und Wasser-
vogels, algen in de vorm --vögel, Algen in Form von --

van standbeeldresten.Statuenresten.

Poem H5153
Amsterdam, 2025-01-02
Flow (Gints Zilbalodis) - 2024
Animated film
Collection: A Home
Tribute to: Zilbalodis, Gints 
 

In the sitting room

resides the old family --


in stately portraits.


In de zitkamerIm Wohnzimmer wohnt
woont de oude familie --die alte Familie --

in pronkportretten.in den Prunkporträts.

Poem S1595
Amsterdam, 2022-12-14
Black shawl (Luigi Pirandello) - 1904
Story "Scialle nero"
Collection: Shelter
Tribute to: Pirandello, Luigi 
 

The past constantly

pops up everywhere, haunting --


around within us.


Het verleden duiktDie Vergangenheit
voortdurend overal op --taucht ständig überall auf --

het spookt rond in ons.spukt in uns herum.

Poem H2976
Amsterdam, 2021-07-02
Ghosts (Henrik Ibsen) - 1881
Play "Gengangere"
Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Ibsen, Henrik 
 

Zywa In my shrine

Between the tangible past
I weigh what I can
put away, I weigh
what I can

All this familiar stuff
tiny things, a large suitcase
for a big trip, with a copy
of my passport from that time

Before I open the boxes, I turn
the superscription towards me
Yes, I remember
It's still there, dust-free

Kitschen equipment and crockery empty frames and some
parts, just in case
which has not yet occurred

I know the stories
that go with it and I feel
a time difference that does not exist
in my memory of those days

Poem 3219
Amsterdam, 2020-10-27
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
Dedicated to: Afke B 
 

If the start was A

big bang, things only exist --


as its residue.


Als het startschot 1Wenn der Startschuss 1
oerknal was, bestaat alles --Urknall war, besteht alles --

slechts als restafval.nur als Überrest.

Poem H2574
Amsterdam, 2019-10-05
Debris - 2019
Performed in the Organpark on October 5th, 2019, by Ensemble Klang and Kit Downes
Collection: ORG anp ark 
Composer: Downes, Kit 
 

Zywa Old keys

I have kept boxes (first quality)
with nails, a jam jar full
of keys from unknown doors

and a pile of suitcases
foundjects from mother's house
memories that have become secrets

as undescribed museum pieces
sparsely on a shelf in the shed
put away by me for later, ever

to open my past with it
when time stands still, and I
no longer find doors

to the future, only
can get lost in the present
or in the past

Poem 2289
Amsterdam, 2019-06-20
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

Zywa Debris for the extension

If only I could hire an unemployed giant
for little money, to smash everything
and take it away (big chunks, quickly clean)

I lift buckets down
the hall of the old house
all rooms are as filthy

as the poo pit, to vomit, while
there is hardly anything in them
Out of poverty

the man sold what he could sell, tell
the neighbours disapprovingly
they have no compassion

The rest, I throw in the garden
and what's left after the fire
is debris for the extension:

shards and a pocket saint
worn like him, well
you never know what is true

Poem 1960
Amsterdam, 2018-12-05
1900, Doetinchem (pocket saint)
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
Dedicated to: Cornel B 
 

Zywa Broadview

You can only glue what is dead
I master that art, the chemistry
that will last

But before that, I kneel
in the field, my knees crack

cautiously I root up
the past, a simple scoop

easily breaks more than I would like
I collect what would disappear

under prosperity, I dig it out
for a new parking garage

and find pieces not to be
forgotten, to know history
broadviously

Poem 1682
Amsterdam, 2018-02-16
Doetinchem (Ruimzichtlaan ["Broadview Lane"])
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
Dedicated to: Cornel B 
 

Zywa Shards of time

Captured from wide and far
around, now pinned up
to prevent them from disappearing:
trophies from the past

stone signs on stakes
saved as a description
of the daily history
that nobody remembers

shards of time

from the ground on which we live
the hereafter of our ancestors'
blood, their sweat and tears
a living foundation

for our prosperity and the rest
the impotence and the gentle love
of caring, is too flaccid
and too volatile, in our souls

just a knowing

Poem 1681
Amsterdam, 2018-02-16
Doetinchem (Hofstraat 161)
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
Dedicated to: Cornel B 
 

In previous times

it was work: the crafts, the farms --


and now it's romance.


Vroeger was het werk:Es war mal Arbeit:
ambachten, boerderijen --Handwerk und Bauernhöfe --

en nu: romantiek.und jetzt: Romantik.

Poem S0486
Amsterdam, 2017-06-16
The Office - Plankton (Han Voskuil) - 1997
Novel "Het Bureau - Plankton" - 1973
Collection: Dirty hands
Tribute to: Voskuil, Han 
 

In the museum

you see the past, but never --


feel what it was like.


In het museumIn den Museen
herken je vroeger, maar nooit --sieht man die Vergangenheit --

voel je hoe het was.spürt sie aber nicht.

Poem S0484
Amsterdam, 2017-06-13
The Office - Dirty hands (Han Voskuil) - 1996
Novel "Het Bureau - Vuile handen" - 1971
Collection: Dirty hands
Tribute to: Voskuil, Han 
 

Zywa All of me

Ballast or log, significance
or waste, all of me
that I have kept

because I don't know what I want
to save, every day I am busy
living and I just let it rest

I've put all my stuff out of the way
the books I'll never read again
the old pictures, the crayons

a chair and beautiful puzzles
all of me that has passed
neatly stowed away

in labeled boxes
but without any importance
whether they contain anything

Poem 1285
Amsterdam, 2017-04-21
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

Zywa Buried secrets

I walk twenty steps, five feet
down into the darkness
of buried secrets
on the outskirts of the oasis

I walk twenty steps, five feet
in the excavation
next to the shallow ditch
which was once a pond

Discovered from the sky
vaguely marked in the sand
by odd gauge values
of the substrate

Back into the light
where a man sits
on the roots of an old tree
looking at me

Compelling, he beckons me
pointing to his water bottle
and I realise
that he knows the answers

to the questions I shall ask
when he is no longer there

Poem 892
Amsterdam, 2016-12-14
Collection: Secrets & Believers
 

There are lots of stones

in my own cemetery --


heavy on my thoughts.


Op mijn begraafplaatsAuf meinem Friedhof
liggen zoveel stenen, zwaar --liegen viele Steine, schwer --

op mijn gedachten.auf meiner Seele.

Poem H0887
Amsterdam, 2014-03-28
The weight of your own past
Collection: BloodTrunk 
 

Sandy beach, the crumbs

being marbled and blown smooth --


look like stone again.


Zandstrand, de kruimelsSandstrand, die Krümel
gemarmerd en glad gewaaid --marmoriert und glatt geweht --

lijken weer van steen.ähneln wieder Stein.

Poem H0367
Texel, 2012-10-17
Collection: On living on [1]
 

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