#1 | 10-02-10 | stadsdichter
Straatbeeld gestript
en tot beter dagen
alles opgeslagen
in vuilniszakken
aan de rand.

#2 | 10-02-10 | Louis Verbeek
"It was not a pen name. I do not regard myself as a writer and a composer of literary material. This is a chronicle of the planet of Auschwitz. I was there for about two years. Time there was not like it is here on earth. Every fraction of a minute there passed on a different scale of time. And the inhabitants of this planet had no names, they had no parents nor did they have children. There they did not dress in the way we dress here; they were not born there and they did not give birth; they breathed according to different laws of nature; they did not live - nor did they die - according to the laws of this world. Their name was the number "Kazetnik".* {*23Kazett=Konzentrationslager - Katzetnik: inmate of a concentration camp} They were clad there, how would you call it..."

#3 | 10-02-10 | marianne meester
hoe oud moet je worden
om de pijn , het onnoembaar
leed , de woorden voorbij ,
de begrippen verbrijzeld ,
oninpasbaar in hier , in nu ,
in verleden ,
in aardetijd , buitenaards ,
onder mijn voeten of
in melkwegstelsels ,
tot op bot en in merg te voelen .
Katzetnik .