at random 1 – 20 reissue 2021
Beneath you will find the introduction text to my poetry serie at random 1 – 20. This e-book can be bought at my webshop for 10,00 Euro‘s
In 2009 I found through Google’s website [I was searching for “computer writing”] a software program called Pyprose. Pyprose was built by professor Charles O. Hartmann. Mr. Hartmann teaches English at Connecticut College in the United States of America. With this software program the poems in “at random 1 – 20” were initiated. Pyprose is a word which is a combination of the first two letters of the Python programming language and prose refers obviously to prose, but in this context it was used for poetry. Pyprose contains two databases. One database contains an American-English dictionary and the second one contains syntactic rules.
By activating these two databases a computer text file opens up. The person behind the keyboard generates sentences by pressing the space bar. These sentences are made at random by connecting the words and the grammatical rules. Actually thesesentences make no sen[ten]se at all, but in fact they actually do build real sentences. The syntactic rules which form the basis of the digital program generate texts. These texts can be seen as useful or as totally meaningless according to your own beliefs. I then translated these texts into my native Dutch language by using the translation program Babelfish. The digital software and the internet translations made the 20 text files even more incomprehensible than they already were. I edited these texts into comprehensible [?] poetry while retaining most of the words that were generated by the computer.
I used synonyms, antonyms and/or had to find words to fit better within the supposed direction that the poem asked. The basics of these poems have a content which is made at random, and at the same time they are full of meaningful elements. Men, and as such the creator of these poems, tend to see specific meanings within a syntactic environment which have to be expressed. Not one of these poems can be seen as completed. They can be seen by the reader as meaningful or as meaningless as they prefer. Most of these words aren’t mine. The poems are up until a certain degree. I have to admit this degree is closer to 100% than it is to 1%, only because I wanted to make the poetry human. It took me 5 years to finish this project.
I published these 20 poems under the Dutch title “willekeur 1 – 20” [which means arbitrariness] at the end of 2014. In 2015 I started to translate the Dutch poetry into English with the use of Google Translate, Interglot, a digital thesaurus and my personal linguistic knowledge of this language. Ever recurring themes in poetry are easily to recognize. The tone is set. These words were typed. This is not easy poetry. It pinches. Shows the wrong and the good as well. Gives meaning and nonsense. For some of these poems it is even hard for me to understand what they express, because I did not write them. I tried to make sense of the words the computer spoke to me. I can’t confirm that I have succeeded in it. This is poetry that can’t be categorized as belonging to life experiences of mine. These poems are reflecting modern time.
“Why all this work?”, you might be wondering. I think that is a fair question. Because that is a question I have asked myself many times since I started creating this body of poetry. Here maybe a meaningful response. We, or at least those, who live with and in the digital world, are familiar with this virtual membrane that has surrounded our lives for some decades. This is the new matrix that has replaced the old one.
A new shell has grown around us and has created even more distance to our inner nature. This distance is greater than ever, but the virtual world that contains ones and zeros conceals and reveals simultaneously. Paradoxically it puts the desire for reaching out to and connect with the inner core, truth itself, in a higher gear. This desire is more and more exposed than ever. As such these poems are about the new [dis]order and the renewed awareness of the one and most true identity, the information [?] and knowledge [?], reality [?], and the attempt to [re]connect with it.
activisor

the global elites believe the earth belongs to them
the rest of us are useless eaters
cattle who must be culled in
a new order to save the planet for themselves
there are not that many elites
several million thousands perhaps
but they appear to
hold all the cards
that is what they want you
to believe the truth
is as long as
they control the narrative
they maintain control of
the levers of power
keeping the matrix going
they manage all this
through fear and mind control
with the help of a complicit
corporate media
most of whom do not realize
that they will not survive the cull
if only the individual human being
could start to think critically
centering reality around
their local community
adopting a service to others mentality
and start to internalize and rationalize
events rather than externalizing them
they would soon remove the fear factor
this approach will be necessary to set
humanity on the path to a different future
which is what the awakened population is striving for
what’s at stake

The deep state is a global network of multi-nationals
Of central banking espionage murder war it’s
Mercenaries perform destabilisation campaigns
Of blackmail and extortion
With child abuse and human trafficking
Of drug running
Of weaponry assaults
It’s money laundering it’s corruption
At the highest levels within society
The NSA is spying at you
Deep state controls the media
It controls the 17 intelligence agencies
The deep state controls all the distribution lines
Of the aforementioned agencies
Of the coaxial cable communication lines of
Espionage spying and the surveillance state
It’s apparatus and it’s infrastructure
These agencies are all built on
The British model of intelligence
It’s divided and highly compartmentalised
It’s levels function as a step pyramid model of authority
The monarch reigns is the top stone
How this plays out is anyone’s guess
These psychopaths are just the facade of
Rogue elements of the deep state they will not go quietly
If not dealt with now they’ll disappear only to resurface
At a later date with one objective only
Creating mayhem that’s what they like
It’s those selected highly compartmentalised
Criminal pure evil rogue elements
At the deep state top that have had control
Since all president’s men executions and have entrenched
Themselves for ages and refused to relinquish control
It’s the black hats versus the white hats
It’s economic oligarch criminal dynasties
These must fall and we should refuse them
It’s enlightened humanity what’s at stake
at random 2 an exhibition full of words and images
at random 2 – an exhibition full of words and images
the bringer of religious violence rolls off the spool
a heavy saddened film around my sore neck blames
all against when and where if it suits him well
hello sunbeam you make me march in your name
your propelling power forces me through the heavy weather
for ages and centuries against my peaceful will
devilish horrors where my ways through hell
the smell of fields of charnel where opposed upon me
i cried painfully bent over the poppy fields
the schizophrenic dictator installs his thoughts
by magnetic influence of the plasma screen
it plays an exhibition full of words and images
the antagonist is being scoffed the editor in chief of the network
that falls on the turbid sclera of the worthy gentleman
of the justified perception is heartless
his vision brings bloody streams across the fields and wild roaring
currents full of fear over the heads of the powerless
atrocities scattered by wild electronic eyes
so far it has come with us
however behind the highest mountain
rises the most beautiful sunshine i am silenced sit still
the core of immeasurable love
which streams in and out of each others pores
shall will overcome
at random 3 the cut facets of the highest omniscience
at random 3 – the cut facets of the highest omniscience
the [no][some]thing object awakens within the urge of introspection it unleashes the turning the ideas are well
thought of the experiencing of wholeness is factually before the performances as if it were true feelings that
individuals experience electro-graphically in coherence without separate existence of the unique personification
all give to each other the fullest fulfillment in donating relaxed togetherness within polite witticisms
am self in the being am the denomination of the progress to self inquiry am the awakening of the reflection
am the universe am the individual the us the self the whole of humanity the past the future the space am it now
am no fraud no illusion am this wholeness this something this is the playground of the see through am the recognition of the
connection am at rest awaken willingly in the system which is preceded by the source of the paradigm
am the self through and through in the element of the singular being am the one individual being in the self is the awareness
of the world am that person who embraces all the happiness resist myself not against all everything am everywhere am the
showing of the sight am the echo of the optical being am the affiliated am no proposition before am a one a circle course
to be in the being this means always to become to that-which-is discover awaken blossom in love live! live! live!
the locality is bound and the rhizome pierces the enlightened skin underground it sees through thoroughly its nature and
continues the whole of all cut facets in united aspects am the greatest experience self [us we] and go forth my way
investigate the convictions of the meaning of the origin the binding the earthen of my kind am the establishing of
experiences within the landscape am the individual the radiating example of the visible urge from the exposing well
my being is not alone and the question of the reality of the highest omniscience in all its mirroring forms is no deceit
loose my own illusion am the grain which sprouts above the soil from the root that comes together in the same world
am in the fulfillment of giving an example am the beaming impression of simplicity which originates when i gaze in the mirror
of the enlightened ocean which penetrates forward as that appearance of the beginning-end-beginning and my self awareness
the angel is back

And [s]he expresses supreme and paramount loveliness
In the form of immanent transcendent wave-lengths that
Transgress panoramic wide angle tales of universal peace and
Inspires the humanity to use the never ending words
Of superior aether-unity
Let us all bask in the glory of the angel!
The rubbing of inspired and tremendously aromatic
Oils on our skins whilst engaging in a rhythmic exploration
Of jumping-jacks in the spirit of traditional rain and sun dance
See the buffalo’s dancing on the never ending plains
Of superior aether-unity
Let us all bask in the glory of the angel!
timewriter mmxv 2015
Poetry e-book, 91 pages, English, PDF Download only. 175 kb.
Timewriter MMXV [2015] is the English, self translated, version of my first Dutch poetry bundle Tijdschrijver MMX [2010].
In this English version, the same poetry about creation, destruction, love gained, lost and found, about war and peace, man and machine, salvation and despair.
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New, different, confusing, layer upon and within layer and layer and layer.
Poetry like this you most probably never ever read before [in this quantum world].
One poem to get a taste of it…
MAN HEROIC SUBLIME
How colorful life can be
How the diligent urge to create
Is crossed by the deepest
Red yellow and blue
The intense fires that stream
Underneath they have the will
To pierce through to lay open
The core of being to
Follow in his footsteps till
The doors of perception
Cleanse and open the window:
Man heroic sublime
at random 5: breathing the vitality in each cell

[rene magritte the lovers [1928]]
at the entrance to the sea vibrates a comforting beating heart
the soft night wind plays free jazz in shine and sparkling copper
silver seagulls float scattered above the black ribbon of water
the intimate kissing of each other on the quay of the sea harbor
the fiery stream of the lovers dives dizzying deep and
from single egged frankness and cuddling seeds it flows it streams
royal the blood through eight muscled rooms of congenial nature
the vortical beam who ignites voluntary our worldly tasks
the vertebrate animal breathes in the immeasurable vitality in each cell
and the considerable complicated motive declares to the
melodious crowd who embraces all worldly affairs
these are the operations which are dedicated to everyone
the midnight hour strikes – so is her darkened task – it imagines
magical realistic paintings playful vines bubbles egg yolks
opened pupils in which the life is reflected of earlier
inhabitants who loved above all the stream that lead to the
question
who are you?
i am the man with that single finger
who manifests
greecis
In 2013 I spent time in Athens, Greece, to document the crisis in the oldest capital of Europe. This e-book is the result of my explorations through town. I met with many citizens and portrayed them within specific settings. Also I participated in the 4th Dialectical World Philosophical Forum and reflect on these meetings within the essays which I wrote for GR€€CI$.
“GR€€CI$” is my third photo book and first photo e-book only. It shows the negative aspects of the economic downfall and it also shows a lot of positivity as a counterpoint. It is intertwined in two parts: “unfollow” and “follow”; to show opposite forces at work within the oldest existing capital of Europe. Most of these photographs are made in 2013, with just a few exceptions. In the book I switch from B&W to Color to make the contrast between situations to unfollow and to follow more obvious and explicit, but beware I also twist it around. In such a way you do no longer know what belongs to which category. This is photographic poetry: dramatic, supple, surreal, funny, real.
159 Black and white and color photographs.
2 Essays: “unfollow- the state of crisis we’re in” and “follow – the state of uncrisis to get into” with a total of 59 pages. The essays write about the origins of our current economic -, social-, political – and environmental crisis and offer solutions as well.
1 Poem: “orpheus and eurydice”.
E-book including essays, English, 322 pages, PDF download only.
ISBN 978-90-812459-5-1. Published by hendrik hol amsterdam 2014.
Go to the webshop to buy the book
tabula rasa

[john stezaker – touch [2014]]
The memory of the innate style
Reaches out to the desire for the origin
Sound waves run willingly their memories
Pull inside the ear canal while the hurdy-gurdy and
The song of the illuminated bird soars
Spinning around behind the horizon upwards
The Eustachian tube shows it’s truth
Itself the labyrinth lies near to
A golden fleece of flesh and chain
Of causalities the [un]timely death
Provides as a result the faults the vain sounds
Of the tabula rasa the strings of the sitar and the lyra
It travels over the ocean vibrates within the
Slow cochlea and by linear channels that
Regress within the aqueduct of fast streaming reasons
The giving tides of matins to compline and vocals
Sing for hidden places of eternal oblivion the unnamed
Region where only a few or all will blend into
We all carry the true nature deeply within
Those who know and remember the reflective
Being and the form which silently and stately
Travels without a here and there without a sigh
No question to ask it wins by denial of the
Testimonials of the empty script and of deaf ears
The answer is as follows:
the vision of the [non] implicit [world] [dis]order
The shortcut of clean science remains limited for
The players of polluted factories that sing of our fate
Until the realm of affection looks like remnants of
Demolition works without any exception patterns behave
And audio tapes that masters stress by themes
Of criminal religions of fearful communities with
Tight-fitting gloves full of hope things like faith
The perception of the observed and of the observer [the trinity]
Affect the brains of enstranged earthlings but related and
Honored members tumble over expired marble sculptures
Where the drivers of the bewilderment of the herd hold the
Voters hostage with the suspect to murder the free will
They sneak into areas not previously entered where
The innocent children of the empire play virtual battles
But the real empire whispers loud with bombs in downward fall
The only profit we make is trapped in the way and
The economy of nature never reveals the true source of
The powers which are constructed by greed and lies
Located in mouths of hungry wolves who laugh at
The peaceful lee of the powerless that do nothing
Gold is being forged for bankers when we live
Waiting for the rising sun while the horizon fades that
Secret agents observe grinning in this mirror of water
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