His cat is called Cord,

his dog Sponge, the fish Air: like --


how he can kill them.


Zijn ezel heet Priem,Sein Esel heißt Pfriem,
zijn hond Spons, de vis Lucht: zo --sein Hund Schwamm, der Fisch Luft: so --

kan hij ze doden.kann er sie töten.

Poem S3019
Amsterdam, 2025-12-02
The man with the prey and the cracks (Delphine Lecompte) - 2017
Poem "De man met de prooien en de barsten", collection "Western", part 2: whore
Collection: May the Might
Tribute to: Lecompte, Delphine 
 

I cannot conceive

the years of killing at all --


Is that a good thing?


Ik begrijp het niet,Ich fasse es nicht,
de jaren van het moorden --die Jahre der Ermordung --

Is dat maar goed ook?Ist das gut für mich?

Poem S2634
Amsterdam, 2025-04-11
The murderers are among us (Wolfgang Staudte) - 1946
Film "Die Mörder sind unter uns" - Hildegard Knef as Susanne Wallner
Novel "An Artist of the Floating World" (1986, Kazuo Ishiguro), chapter 'October 1948' - "Brave young men die for stupid causes, and the real culprits are still with us"

Collection: May the Might
Tribute to: Staudte, Wolfgang; Knef, Hildegard 
 

The good cells: destroyed,

together with the cancer --


of desperate acts.


De goede cellen:Die guten Zellen:
dood, samen met de kanker --tot, zusammen mit dem Krebs --

van wanhoopsacties.der Verzweiflungstat.

Poem S2474
Amsterdam, 2024-12-11
Palestine (Gaza Strip)
(After causing it,) Labelling desperation as terrorism

Collection: PumicePieces
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

The conqueror is

cruel, oh, I fear his fear --


for me and my son.


De overwinnaarDer Sieger ist hart,
is wreed, o, ik vrees zijn angst --ich fürchte seine Angst vor --

voor mij en mijn zoon.mir und meinem Sohn.

Poem S2378
De Koog, 2024-09-23
Cold in every vein (Antonio Lucchini / Antonio Vivaldi) - 1727
Air "Gelido in ogni vena" from the opera "Farnace" ("Pharnaces II of Pontus", 1727, Antonio Lucchini, music Antonio Vivaldi, RV 711) – Farnace
Collection: Truder
Tribute to: Lucchini, Antonio 
Composer: Vivaldi, Antonio 
 

The fire draws people

near, it flickers eerie screams --


upon their faces.


Het vuur trekt mensenAlle schauen zu,
aan, het flakkert met kreten --das Feuer flackert Schreie --

op hun gezichten.auf den Gesichtern.

Poem S2349
Amsterdam, 2024-09-10
The pyre screams (Salvatore Cammarano / Giuseppe Verdi) - 1853
Air "Stride la vampa", opera "Il trovatore" ("The troubadour") - Azucena, act 2 - About the witch burning of a gypsy, Azucena's mother
Collection: Held True
Tribute to: Cammarano, Salvatore 
Composer: Verdi, Giuseppe 
 

When I hear seagulls,

I hear the cry of the girl --


they keelhauled to death.


Als ik meeuwen hoor,Die Möwen schreien
hoor ik het meisje schreeuwen --furchtbar schrill, wie das Mädchen --

dat werd gekielhaald.das gekielt wurde.

Poem S2009
Amsterdam, 2023-11-23
Oarsman on the Drowning of Nisus’s Daughter Scylla (Fiona Benson) - 2021
Poem, published on the Granta website (2021) and in the collection "Ephemeron" (2022)
Collection: May the Might
Tribute to: Benson, Fiona 
 

Cruel potentates

establish 'peace', simply by --


creating wastelands.


Dictators stichtenDie Herrscher stiften
graag 'vrede', door het scheppen --'Frieden', indem sie schaffen:

van woestenijen.Wüste und Ödland.

Poem S1904
Amsterdam, 2023-09-08
On the life and character of Julius Agricola (Publius Cornelius Tacitus) - 98
For example, Russia in Syria and Ukraine
Political biography "De vita et moribus Iulii Agricolae" ("On the life and character of Julius Agricola", AD 98, Publius Cornelius Tacitus), § 30: 'Auferre trucidare rapere falsis nominibus imperium, atque ibi solitudinem faciunt, pacem apellant' ('To robbery, slaughter, plunder, they give the lying name of empire, and where they make a desert they call it peace')

Collection: May the Might
Tribute to: Tacitus, Publius 
 

I am not letting

your gun win, so if you want --


shoot, just shoot to death.


Ik laat jouw geweerWaffen gewinnen
niet winnen, dus als je wilt --niemals, aber wenn du willst --

schiet, schiet dan maar dood.schieße dann mal tot.

Poem S1907
Amsterdam, 2023-09-08
A Change of tongue (Antjie Krog) - 2003
Tale, part 1 § 6
Collection: May the Might
Tribute to: Krog, Antjie 
 

Their skin: on the drum,

their bones: our flutes, long and short --


their teeth: a chainlet.


Hun huid: op de trom,Die Haut: Trommelfell,
hun botten: onze fluiten --ihre Knochen: die Flöten --

hun tanden: een snoer.ihre Zähne: Schmuck.

Poem S1618
Amsterdam, 2022-12-30
March song of Inca soldiers in the 15-16th century: "We will drink from the skull of the traitor, we will adorn ourselves with a necklace of his teeth, we will play the melody of the pinkullu on flutes made of his bones, we shall beat the drum made of his skin and so shall we dance!"
Collection: Migration
 

We're drinking black milk

in our graves, in the deep pits --


we are forced to dance.


Zwarte melk drinkenSchwarze Milch trinken
we in ons graf, in de kuil --wir in unseren Gräbern --

moeten we dansen.und müssen tanzen.

Poem S1349
Amsterdam, 2022-02-23
Death Fugue (Paul Celan) - 1948
Poem "Todesfuge" (collection "Der Sand aus den Urnen")
Collection: May the Might
Tribute to: Celan, Paul 
 

Most murders, of course,

take place in the centre, the --


core of world power.


De meeste moordenDie meisten Morde
vinden plaats in het centrum --finden im Zentrum statt, im --

van de wereldmacht.Zentrum der Weltmacht.

Poem S0749
Amsterdam, 2018-06-18
A Frisian does not cry (Gerrit Krol) - 1980
Novel "Een Fries huilt niet", chapter 4.1
Collection: Germ Substance
Tribute to: Krol, Gerrit 
 

Zywa Matriarch

My sister has tried it by halves
first pleasuring one, then the other

king and getting nothing in return
no, away with the pope
if there is no other way
I will be the matriarch of the country

He has beaten his son to death unborn
It is his furious blood

that is fighting mine
Damn that seamstress
but praise my husband
even though he wants to get rid of me

He is dear to me and I am innocent
I will be the matriarch of the country

Poem 1353
Amsterdam, 2017-05-14
Anne Boleyn,
1532 (marriage) and 1536 (execution)

Collection: Half The Work
 

Zywa Indelibly

In the evening the children sit
on the couch and I show them

how I, as a young man
liberated the city, with steel wire

around the necks of the men
who had confessed, including

my girl's father. Pull tight
until the head nods yes

Clean work, not a drop of blood
We copied it from a movie

which was not as real as doing it ourselves
and driving over people three times

or keeping word with a club
when someone doesn't want

to pay for his safety
Like the children I am proud

of it, but in bed I think
that not those thousand were wrong

but me, but why? Why
do the curtains always move

Why are there dead eyes staring
at me and what is written

behind them, indelibly
in heaven?

Poem 1135
Amsterdam, 2017-03-05
Indonesia (1965-1966), Syria (ar-Raqqa 2014)
Documentary film "The act of killing" (2012, Joshua Oppenheimer)

Collection: Short Sermons
 

Zywa Fields of honour

They are not afraid
to hate
and what use is it
to have an opinion about that

They are so civilized
they pull on velvet gloves
call your name and take you by the hand

spin you around like a child
without you being able to laugh
because they do

On the walls, they draw streaks
of living red
There are pictures of it

They decently buried the pieces
of guilt and shame at fields of honour
with every year again
a solemn commemoration

Poem 1017
Amsterdam, 2017-02-14
Collection: BloodTrunk 
 

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