After the great flood,

people hunt for large shadows:


the fish of the past.


Na de grote vloedNach der großen Flut
jaagt men op grote schimmen:jagt man die großen Schatten:

vissen van vroeger.Fische von früher.

Poem S3028
Amsterdam, 2025-12-17
Angel's Egg (Mamoru Oshii) - 1985
Video-animation film "Tenshi no Tamago"
Collection: Plasma
Tribute to: Oshii, Mamoru 
 

An old sore still smarts

badly from everything that --


ever touches it.


De pijn van oud zeerAlter Schmerz brennt
schrijnt ondraaglijk van alles --unerträglich bei allem --

dat er ooit aan raakt.was ihn je berührt.

Poem H5964
Amsterdam, 2025-10-07
Panorama West (Wanda Bommer) - 2011
Novel, part 2, Juttersbitter (Looter's Bitters)
Collection: Plasma
Tribute to: Bommer, Wanda 
 

Betrayal against

a child or a teen remains --


a sensitive wound.


Verraad, ooit gepleegdVerrat, begangen
jegens een kind of tiener --an einem Kind, bleibt eine --

blijft een open wond.offene Wunde.

Poem H5965
Amsterdam, 2025-10-07
Panorama West (Wanda Bommer) - 2011
Novel, part 2, Juttersbitter (Looter's Bitters)
Collection: Plasma
Tribute to: Bommer, Wanda 
 

The castle seems strong,

but old spirits are wriggling --


out of the brickwork.


Het kasteel lijkt sterk,Die Burg wirkt stark, doch
maar oude geesten woelen --alte Geister wühlen sich --

zich uit de stenen.aus dem Mauerwerk.

Poem S2794
Amsterdam, 2025-07-23
Like someone who lays the foundation of his castle (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Als wie het fundament voor zijn kasteel", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part IV [Frida]), and in "Diary 1962-1963" (2007) - September 23rd, 1962, Bologna
Collection: Beyond the Cape
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

I tell my story

and I see who relax: my --


fellow sufferers.


Als ik het vertelIch erzähle und
zie ik wie zich ontspannen:sehe, wer sich entspannt: die --

mijn lotgenoten.Schicksalsgenosse.

Poem H5627
Amsterdam, 2025-06-22
Underland (Alma Mathijsen) - 2024
Novel "Onderland", chapter Sanna
Collection: Truder
Tribute to: Mathijsen, Alma 
 

I didn't feel any

pain, but now I see some blood --


on my upper leg.


Ik heb er niets vanIch hab nichts gespürt,
gevoeld, maar zie nu wel bloed --aber jetzt sehe ich Blut --

op mijn bovenbeen.an meinen Beinen.

Poem S2730
Amsterdam, 2025-06-22
Underland (Alma Mathijsen) - 2024
Novel "Onderland", second chapter
Collection: Truder
Tribute to: Mathijsen, Alma 
 

My body isn't mine

anymore since he took it --


Not of importance.


Sinds hij mijn lichaamEr nahm mich, meinen
nam is het niet meer van mij --Körper gehört mir nicht mehr --

Niet meer van belang.Er ist unwichtig.

Poem S2731
Amsterdam, 2025-06-22
Underland (Alma Mathijsen) - 2024
Novel "Onderland", chapter John
Collection: Truder
Tribute to: Mathijsen, Alma 
 

Can you really get

out through the door with the sign --


Euphemism Garden?


Kun je hier echt weg,Kommt man hier wirklich
door de deur met het bordje --raus, durch die Tür mit dem Schild --

Eufemismetuin?Verbrämungs-Garten?

Poem S2733
Amsterdam, 2025-06-22
Underland (Alma Mathijsen) - 2024
Novel "Onderland", chapter Levi
Collection: Truder
Tribute to: Mathijsen, Alma 
 

She keeps repeating

her instruction: you must say --


it's not real. Not real!


Ze instrueert mijSie weist mich immer
keer op keer: je moet zeggen --wieder an: du musst sagen --

dat het niet echt is.dass es nicht echt ist.

Poem S2735
Amsterdam, 2025-06-22
Underland (Alma Mathijsen) - 2024
Novel "Onderland", chapter Mandy
Collection: Truder
Tribute to: Mathijsen, Alma 
 

Zywa Father has camp

Father was a muselmann, after the war
mother ran him down. He was still alive
to be with her

The Red Cross didn't know
yet he was there, too weak
to catch her

a skeleton in circus clothes
no happiness left on the bones
She loved him

the man she wanted to know
sick, smoking against the TB
and talking to the memories

in which he lived, and to us
to whom he is a stranger
but with whom he can be himself

and can go into the forest
if it is dense enough
to disappear into

Poem 5635
Amsterdam, 2025-03-25
Novella "Tralievader" (translation 1994), chapters 'Kamp' (Camp), 'Bos' (Forest), 'Voetbal' (Football), 'Bette'
Muselmann: a gaunt prisoner of a German Nazi concentration camp, starved and exhausted

Collection: Bruises
Tribute to: Friedman, Carl 
 

I cut in myself,

horrible memories are --


bleeding from my heart.


Ik snijd in mijzelf,Ich schneide in mich,
laat de herinneringen --Erinnerungen bluten --

uit mijn hart bloeden.aus meinem Herzen.

Poem S2608
Amsterdam, 2025-03-17
A heart of stone (Renate Dorrestein) - 1998
Novel "Een hart van steen", part 2, chapter 'Kester, Ellen and Bas, Thanksgiving, November 28th, 1972'
Collection: Lack
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

The stone in the shape

of a heart is pink, bled dry --


it lies on their grave.


De hartvormigeDer herzförmige
steen is roze, leeggebloed --Stein: rosa, ausgeblutet --

ligt hij op hun graf.auf ihrem Rastplatz.

Poem S2609
Amsterdam, 2025-03-17
A heart of stone (Renate Dorrestein) - 1998
Novel "Een hart van steen", part 2, chapter 'Kester, Ellen and Bas, Thanksgiving, November 28th, 1972'
Collection: Lack
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

The hair dryer hot,

that is what kneeling felt like --


hours in the full sun.


De föhn op zijn heetst,Der Föhn auf heiß
ja, zo voelde het knielen --fühlte sich das Knien an --

uren in de zon.in voller Sonne.

Poem S2602
Amsterdam, 2025-03-16
Higher physics #3 and #10 (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2019
Poem (collection "Hogere natuurkunde"), pages 23 and 52, 57 - Grandmother (1921-2014) in the Japanese internment camp
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
 

She doesn't talk about

the old days, she only says:


they are at the door.


Ze vertelt nooit ietsSie erzählt mir nie
over vroeger, zegt alleen:über früher, sagt nur: sie --

ze staan voor de deur.stehen vor der Tür.

Poem S2603
Amsterdam, 2025-03-16
Higher physics #5 (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2019
Poem (collection "Hogere natuurkunde"), page 33 - Grandmother (1921-2014)
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
 

They will come, that's what

the pantry shows, the food that --


is slowly spoiling.


Ze zullen komen,Sie werden kommen,
toont de voorraadkast, eten --zeigt der Vorrat, das Essen --

dat stilaan bederft.das langsam verdirbt.

Poem S2604
Amsterdam, 2025-03-16
Higher physics #5 (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2019
Poem (collection "Hogere natuurkunde"), page 33 - Grandmother (1921-2014)
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
 

A trauma absorbs

everything, no sound to be --


let out anymore.


Trauma is allesTrauma ist alles
absorberen, geen geluid --absorbieren, gar kein Klang --

valt er te horen.ist noch zu hören.

Poem S2605
Amsterdam, 2025-03-16
Higher physics #9 (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2019
Poem (collection "Hogere natuurkunde"), pages 45-46 - This absorption is 'Higher Physics'
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
 

The fourth silence is

absorption, which is the case --


in every silence.


De vierde stilteDie vierte Stille
is absorptie, het geval --ist Absorption, sie geltet --

bij elke stilte.für jeder Stille.

Poem S2606
Amsterdam, 2025-03-16
Higher physics #9 (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2019
Poem (collection "Hogere natuurkunde"), page 47 - There is dull silence, wholesome silence, aggressive silence, silence through absorption, and deathly silence
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
 

Hiding the old sore.

Sabotage. And hoping --


for final justice.


Oud zeer verbergen.Alten Schmerz tarnen.
Sabotage. En hopen --Sabotage. Und hoffen --

op gerechtigheid.auf Gerechtigkeit.

Poem S2385
De Koog, 2024-09-27
A night to fly a kite (Renate Dorrestein) - 1987
Novel "Een nacht om te vliegeren"
Collection: Lack
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

Left behind, I shout

my angry powerlessness --


far into the depths.


AchtergeblevenZurückgelassen
schreeuw ik mijn machteloosheid --schreie ich meine Ohnmacht --

boos de diepte in.weit in die Tiefe.

Poem H4191
Amsterdam, 2023-10-04
View (Anna Enquist) - 2020
Poem "Uitzicht" (in the Poëziekrant, summer 2020, and in the collection "Berichten van het front", 2020)
Collection: Blankets of snow
Tribute to: Enquist, Anna 
 

We carry sorrows

and old injuries with us --


as long as we live.


BeschadigingenWir tragen Trauer
en verdriet dragen we mee --und Verletzungen mit uns --

zolang we leven.solang wir leben.

Poem H3937
Amsterdam, 2023-07-08
The Good Apprentice (Iris Murdoch) - 1985
Novel, chapter 1, part 5
Collection: Stall
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

A girl in the camp

is forced to sing every night --


In her heart she cries.


Er is een meisjeIm Lager zwingen
in het kamp, dat moet zingen --sie ein Mädchen zum Singen --

In haar hart huilt ze.Im Herzen weint sie.

Poem S1522
Amsterdam, 2022-09-30
Different Trains - After the war (Steve Reich) - 1988
Composition for string quartet and three string quartets on tape, performed on September 30th, 2022 in the Organpark by the Dudok Quartet
Deportations --- Union Pacific Railroad --- Conversation between Virginia (Steve Reich's governess), Lawrence Davis (a servant on the Pullman sleeping cars), and Paul, Rachel and Rachella, who survived the extermination of the Jews (Shoah, catastrophe)

Collection: org ANP ark 
Composer: Reich, Steve 
 

Zywa I learned to laugh

In the glory days of K-1
nobody could touch me
Life smiled at me

I wasn't a child anymore
I learned to laugh
and I could handle everyone

The galas, watching and being watched
the tough friends, many things to do
The world was mine

The helplessness, the past
no longer mattered
I learned to laugh

     but my strength is gone
     my body often helpless again
     unease makes me drowsy

     everything comes back
     at the wrong moments
     as if it is happening now

     If I don't laugh anymore
     I am dead, or almost
     the world is almost closed

     I learned to laugh
     from loneliness, mama
     I was so alone

Poem 4625
Amsterdam, 2022-08-24
Collection: Bruises
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

If you don't forgive

you'll drink poison, hoping that --


the other suffers.


Als je niet vergeeftWenn man nicht vergibt,
drink je gif, terwijl je hoopt --trinkt man ein Gift, hoffend, dass --

dat de dader lijdt.der Täter leidet.

Poem S1343
Amsterdam, 2022-02-19
Interview with Mpho Andrea Tutu - 2022
Interview in nrc, February 19th, 2022
Collection: Actively Passive
Tribute to: Tutu, Mpho Andrea 
 

Torn from the photo,

but still present anyhow --


with a sock and shoe.


Van de foto af-Aus dem Foto weg-
gescheurd, maar nog aanwezig --gerissen, aber noch da --

met een sok en schoen.mit Socke und Schuh.

Poem S1327
Amsterdam, 2022-01-31
Findling (Vonne van der Meer) - 2019
Novel "Vindeling"
Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Van Der Meer, Vonne 
 

Zywa Great expectations

It started so well -
a certain recognition
of pain and the promise

of a helping hand
a Happy Ending
of maturity

and we gave each other
what our home should have been
when we were young

But it didn't stay private
not just between the two of us
our love too

became to be a civil status
which makes everything concrete
more than an act, love act

more concrete than mutual
understanding, and you, you!
don't understand that!

he cried, helpless
and little and unfoldable
and pulling faces

which wordlessly utter curses
because of something from the past
that he would like

to prove, something
with which fate did not help him
something I should wait for

Poem 4288
Amsterdam, 2022-01-10
Collection: Dearme
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

It happened to us,

and we carry it with us --


A backpack with ice.


Zo is het gegaan,Es ist uns passiert,
we dragen het met ons mee --und wir tragen es bei uns --

Een rugzak vol ijs.Ein Rucksack mit Eis.

Poem S1240
Amsterdam, 2021-09-12
The ice bearers (Anna Enquist) - 2002
Novella "De ijsdragers"
Collection: Actively Passive
Tribute to: Enquist, Anna 
 

The experience

is still there, always lurking --


Wanting one more time.


De ervaring blijft,Die Erfahrung bleibt,
ze ligt altijd op de loer --liegt immer auf der Lauer --

Ze wil nog een keer.Sie will noch einmal.

Poem S1236
Amsterdam, 2021-09-10
Collection: Bruises
 

Look at me, my wound

is a branch full of life force --


full of peace blossoms.


Kijk naar mij, mijn wondSchau: meine Wunde,
is een tak vol levenskracht --ein Zweig voller Lebenskraft --

vol vredebloesems.und Friedensblüten.

Poem H3010
Amsterdam, 2021-08-12
Body paint starting from the branch on an operation scar
Collection: Dearme
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Injury

Are you my exercise
of feeling breath
in my body and feeling it
rise to a storm?

Am I your exercise
of listening, only
asking a question
when I dare not go on

to throw up fragments
of facts and confusion
in fits and starts
of silences

which you undergo
without comfort, without
getting closer, that close
you are already

confident
that I dare to
breathe deeply, cry
and go on

searching
in the dark
discovering
how I can?

Poem 3299
Amsterdam, 2020-12-12
Collection: Bruises
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

What has happened then

is now my cell, bare and small --


smaller every day.


Wat toen gebeurd is,Was damals geschah,
is nu mijn cel, kaal en klein --ist jetzt meine Zelle, klein --

elke dag kleiner.jeden Tag kleiner.

Poem S1101
Amsterdam, 2020-12-10
Vanishing point (Wytske Versteeg) - 2020
Story "Verdwijnpunt"
Collection: Shelter
Tribute to: Versteeg, Wytske 
 

Zywa Come back

To find your company
again, I walk
between two worlds

every day
I pass strangers
They are busy

I feel no warmth
in their breath, no warmth
in their renowned pursuits

I don't meet anyone
because here everything is
already said and done

and in the other world
where you are not
I eat and sleep

Without you, I can't stand
it there, rather I wander
through the danger

of my memories
with the enticing risk
of losing my way

Poem 2529
Amsterdam, 2019-12-05
The gods must have their number (Hubert Lampo) - 1969
Novella "De goden moeten hun getal hebben"
Collection: Greeting from before
Tribute to: Lampo, Hubert 
 

Zywa Pill under my tongue

It must be me
who stillborn screaming
is locked up for days
in the unreal world
of home and garden

where you set out the chairs
in the grass and the sun is shining
but not giving any warmth
in the parallel reality
of the pill under my tongue

that makes me a ghost
without a body to kill
only with detailed plans
how to do that and finally
get rid of the ghost

Poem 2439
Amsterdam, 2019-10-01
Wishing to die (Anne Sexton) - 1964
Poem "Wanting to die", read in the film "Anne Sexton at home" (1966) and published in the collection "Live or Die" (1966)
#sue

Collection: Bruises
Tribute to: Sexton, Anne 
 

Zywa Please lick me

He hits me, and she
does not feel the pain
she prefers to side with him

I laugh about it, I know it
the ritual in which I am
just the last in line

Nobody hears it, nobody sees it
Who would help me? he doesn't
shout and he doesn't hit me that hard

Hello Earth, This Is Siera
I am a red devil
do you read me?

Come In, Future
I wish to live and be licked
please lick me dry and cool

Do It Now

Poem 2436
Amsterdam, 2019-09-30
Collection: Inflictions
Dedicated to: Siera Mayhew 
 

I want to forget,

absolutely not forget --


to forget something.


Ik wil vergeten,Ich will vergessen
en zeker niets vergeten --und nicht vergessen, etwas --

toch te vergeten.doch zu vergessen.

Poem S0907
Amsterdam, 2019-07-05
Grand Hotel Europa (Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer) - 2018
Novel
Collection: Palace of the night
Tribute to: Pfeijffer, Ilja Leonard 
 

Zywa I decided

I decided not to lament
over my homeland, the trees
of my youth, I don't want photos

I decided not to be angry
with my father, his rules
and the proud family who is silent

I decided to live yellow
Sun in my house, on the walls
my belly and my bare feet

I decided to dance
to be my own story
for my own eyes and ears

Poem 2084
Amsterdam, 2019-02-13
I decided (Minyeshu) - 2008
Song "Wosenku" ("I decided", 2008, Minyeshu Kifle Tedla; album "Dire Dawa", her place of birth in Ethiopia)
Collection: New Ago
Tribute to: Minyeshu 
 

I throw some papers

on the death notices, like --


sand on a coffin.


Ik strooi papierenIch streue Blätter
over de doodsberichten --auf dem Todesbericht, wie --

als zand op een kist.Sand auf einem Sarg.

Poem S0818
Amsterdam, 2019-01-07
An empty house (Marga Minco) - 1966
Autobiography "Een leeg huis"
After the Second World War, the Red Cross informed relatives by letter about the death of close family members in a concentration camp

Collection: Blankets of snow
Tribute to: Minco, Marga 
 

I remember it,

luckily only vaguely --


and that's bad enough.


Mijn herinneringZum Glück ist meine
is gelukkig vaag, en dat --Erinnerung ungenau --

is al erg genoeg.und das ist schon schlimm.

Poem H1829
Amsterdam, 2017-10-20
Collection: Bruises
 

Skin full of scratches,

head full of bubble colours --


I'm out of the day.


Mijn vel vol krassen,Haut voller Kratzen,
mijn hoofd vol luchtbelkleuren --Kopf voller Blasenfarben --

Ik glijd uit de dag.Ich geh aus dem Tag.

Poem S0265
Amsterdam, 2014-12-06
Many times we have cleared the needle (Jotie T'Hooft) - 1976
Poem "Vele malen hebben wij de naald gezuiverd" (collection "Junkieverdriet")
Collection: Moist glow
Tribute to: T'Hooft, Jotie 
 

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