Above the rooftops

of the city, decks sail past --


decks full of people.


Boven de dakenÜber den Dächern
van de stad varen dekken --der Stadt segeln Decks vorbei --

vol mensen voorbij.Decks voller Menschen.

Poem S3125
Amsterdam, 2026-04-19
My struggle 6. The End (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2011
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Sjette bok" (translated 2018), part 8, The name and the number - June 2nd, 2010, Malmö (about Venice, August 2007)
Collection: Writing
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

The passengers on

the giant ark take photos --


of the sinking city.


De passagiers opDie Passagiere
de ark nemen foto's van --filmen von der Arche aus --

de zinkende stad.die sinkende Stadt.

Poem S3126
Amsterdam, 2026-04-19
My struggle 6. The End (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2011
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Sjette bok" (translated 2018), part 8, The name and the number - June 2nd, 2010, Malmö (about Venice, August 2007)
Collection: Writing
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Stand still where you are,

don't pass by cursorily --


as if in a set.


Stilstaan waar je bent,Ruhig stillstehen,
niet vluchtig voorbijlopen --nicht flüchtig vorbeigehen --

als in een decor.wie in Kulissen.

Poem H5590
Amsterdam, 2025-06-07
With a photo of Dory (and Jeanette vdZ and Paul J) at the harbour of Iráklio (May 4th, 1989, Crete); the photos are taken by Ruud J

Dory, Jeanette, and Paul

Dory

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

Thanks to me, daddy

discovers the world, so much --


he didn't see before.


Dankzij mij ontdektIch zeige Papa
papa de wereld, heel veel --die Welt, vieles, was er noch --

zag hij niet eerder.nicht gesehen hat.

Poem H5562
Amsterdam, 2025-06-01
With a photo of Pieter and Madelief in the replica of the Amsterdam (July 30th, 2005, Amsterdam)

Pieter and Madelief

Collection: The climbing house
Dedicated to: Pieter W, Madelief dK 
 

We do fitness on

the canal: we pedal hard --


to see the quaysides.


Fitness op de gracht:Fitness am Kanal:
we moeten hard trappen om --wir müssen schwer treten um --

de kades te zien.die Kais zu sehen.

Poem H5554
Amsterdam, 2025-05-31
With a photo of a pedal boat under a bridge (September 18th, 2003, Keizersgracht, Amsterdam)

Pedal boat

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

In this faraway

land tourists wear cowboy hats:


it is their Wild West!


Toeristen dragenTouristen tragen
cowboyhoeden: het is hier --Cowboyhüte, denn hier ist --

hun Wilde Westen!ihr Wilder Westen!

Poem S2299
Amsterdam, 2024-08-10
Nobody here can predict the past (Garrie van Pinxteren) - 2024
Essay "Niemand hier kan het verleden voorspellen", in the NRC of August 10th, 2024
Collection: Truder
Tribute to: Van Pinxteren, Garrie 
 

Tourists are mining

in museums everywhere --


for the tourist gold.


Toeristen delvenTouristen schürfen
overal in musea --in Museen überall --

het toeristengoud.das Touristengold.

Poem S2152
Amsterdam, 2024-03-19
Two Years Eight Months & Twenty-Eight Nights (Salman Rushdie) - 2015
Novel "Two Years Eight Months & Twenty-Eight Nights" (which is 1001 nights), chapter 8 "In Which the Tide Begins to Turn"
Collection: Wind
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Zywa Living on grounds, streets, and quays

Archaeologists of our time
examine the exposed sand
between the foundations
for the future

Retro is modern
cars are banned
tourists consume
the old town

Big money flows
outside the city centre
Within the canal district
permits are skimming it

Residents are leaving
the harsh world
of stone, glass, and concrete
they veer

to canals with islands
of greenery, to boats and houses
with hollyhocks on the facades
and gardens on the rooftops

Poem 5419
Amsterdam, 2024-02-18
Collection: Metamorphic body
 

You hear the echoes

of guides everywhere, despite --


the signs 'Silence Please'.


Overal echo'sÜberall hört man
van de reisleiders, ondanks --die Echos der Führer, trotz --

de bordjes Stilte.der Stille-Schilder.

Poem S2015
Amsterdam, 2023-11-25
Midnight's Children (Salman Rushdie) - 1981
Mausoleum Taj Mahal
Novel, chapter 1-4 "Under the carpet"

Collection: Shadows
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Zywa Breathe

No fast traffic here
no high steel and concrete
in the streets, but
walkable space

The sun draws attention
away from us, towards the light
on the black facades on the harbour
the white cornices and red tiles:

the picture for the photos
of the tanned tourists
on the terrace of the tanhouse
who walk into our gardens

as if we live here
in an open-air museum
and should praise
their silly insolence

as a decent interest
But we can live with it
The visitors walk around
in a parallel reality

and we have real neighbours
a wide sky, the wide water
and the green island
We can breathe here

as the wood breathes
in the seasons
as the wind breathes
in the grass

Poem 5273
Amsterdam, 2023-09-04
Marken (nowadays a peninsula)
Tan: yellow- or red-brown dye, made from ground oak bark (which contains a lot of tannin)
Tanhouse: tannery (the name of a café-restaurant at the harbour: de Taanderij)

Collection: Plasma
Dedicated to: Rob Z 
 

A sunny morning,

the terraces are crowded:


holiday breakfasts.


Zonnige ochtend,Sonniger Morgen,
de terrassen zitten vol:die Terrassen sind belegt:

vakantieontbijt.Feiertagsfrühstück.

Poem H3845
Amsterdam, 2023-06-11
Collection: Summer birds
 

Tourists are a plague,

going further and further --


they keep crossing lines.


Al die toeristenTouristenplage:
zijn een plaag, steeds verder gaan --immer noch weiter über-

ze over de schreef.schreiten sie Grenzen.

Poem S1646
Amsterdam, 2023-01-23
Boundary crossing #4, Tourism
Collection: Migration
 

Now I'm there myself.

I like the pictures better --


Without the tourists.


Nu ben ik er zelf.Jetzt bin ich selbst da.
De foto's waren mooier --Die Bilder waren schöner --

Zonder toeristen.Ohne Touristen.

Poem S1615
Amsterdam, 2022-12-23
Collection: On living on [2]
 

I am a tourist

where you still live, where I used --


to be family.


Ik ben een toeristIch bin ein Tourist,
waar jij woont, waar ik vroeger --wo du lebst, wo ich früher --

nog familie was.noch Familie war.

Poem H3383
Amsterdam, 2022-07-14
Back in the place where you grew up
Collection: Local traffic
 

Tourists are sniffing

the holiness of the church --


they make it thinner.


Toeristen snuivenTouristen schnupfen
de heiligheid van de kerk --die Heiligkeit der Kirche --

en verdunnen haar.und verdünnen sie.

Poem S0919
Amsterdam, 2019-07-13
Collection: The King
 

The almond blossoms:

everyone comes here to watch!


Cars! And radios!


Amandelbloesem:Die Mandelblüte:
iedereen komt hier kijken!alle kommen und schauen!

Auto's! Radio's!Autos! Radios!

Poem S0559
Amsterdam, 2017-11-08
Diary 1964-1965 (Frida Vogels) - 2008
"Dagboek 1964-1965" - March 1st, 1964, Bologna
Collection: Beyond the Cape
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

So beautiful, this

village, it must be painted!


A big art contest!


Ja, het dorp is mooi,Das Dorf ist wunder-
het moet geschilderd worden!schön, es muss gemalt werden!

Elk jaar een wedstrijd!Jährlich ein Wettstreit!

Poem S0553
Amsterdam, 2017-10-30
Diary 1962-1963 (Frida Vogels) - 2007
"Dagboek 1962-1963" - December 8th, 1962, Bologna (about Dozza)
Promotion of tourism

Collection: Beyond the Cape
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Zywa Paris l'amour

In the evening, the river is a theatre
the water carries the music
to our ears, the romance

of a saxophone, sunset
twinkling in the wine and the church
rosy, completely gentle grace

Tourists pretend click clack
that not they, but we, are the extras
and the city were a cardboard set:

theme park Paris l'amour
young people on the quays around
a pillar candle and kissing

couples as it should be
in the sunthrowers of the tourist vessels
gleam the spots in the corners

that you can smell

Poem 1514
Amsterdam, 2017-08-17
Collection: Take a picture, now
 

Zywa An extra where you live

In Gilroy they sell garlic
coffee, apples, ice cream, and cookies
In Deventer, the colours are yellow:
mustard, tongues, and beards

the asphalt, roses, and the sun
paintings in the museum
dogs, clothes, mustard everywhere
mustard soup, salad, beans, tea, and eggs

They make a living from it, they are
what they eat, they would like to be
named Garlic and Mosterd
to compete with Hamburg
Tabasco, Sardinia, Nîmes, and Genoa
Badminton, Bikini, or Cyprus at the least

But in the competition of interests
these dreams are far too big
although the world is getting smaller
maybe small enough for Deventer

to be a theme park with nothing
but books and mustard, a fairy tale
where everyone is welcome
to dream away a day

Poem 917
Amsterdam, 2016-12-25
Gilroy: in California
Tabasco: tabasco sauce
Sardinië: sardine
Nîmes: denim
Genoa: jeans
Badminton: badminton
Bikini: bikini
Cyprus: copper
Fez: fez
Gran Canaria: canary
Damascus: damask
Zweden: suede

Collection: Take a picture, now
 

 

 
Gliding flight
Boppard, 1959-08-15
Riet O and Kees J
Collection: Photo's 1959
 

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