June 2023

Ilse Vos was the RIXT poet of the month in June. You can read her original Frisian poems from that month here. The translation of one of them – ‘Self-interview’ – is published here.

Photo: Geart Tigchelaar
Self-interview

Buried underneath
deep layers of endless self-interview
about the why, what and how.

I dig, have dug, delved, bury, burrow, have buried and so on.
Searching for the sound of the spade on stone
Until the point came, or better a subtle transition,
The moment when
the riddle began
to lead its own life.
I did not strike a stone.
No
reflection upon reflection is where a new world had begun
Just like water or clouds that are seen and unseen at the same time.
You can pass through.
So that you wonder whether they are truly there.
Reflections of a fictitious world in your head.
On its head.
There is no end
Of course, it will end


© Ilse Vos
translation: Trevor Scarse

May 2023

Arjan Hut was the RIXT poet of the month in May. You can read his original Frisian poems from that month here. The translation of one of them – ‘Woah Black Betty’ – is published here.

Photo: Edwin de Groot

Woah Black Betty

For the poem click here.

April 2023

Henk Dillerop, a new addition to the RIXT collective, was the RIXT poet of the month in April. You can read his original Frisian poems from that month here. The translation of one of them – ‘form’ – is published here.

Photo: Edwin de Groot
form

does emptiness have form
she asks
lying on the beach

he thinks
gets up
walks to the sea
and punches holes
in the waves

do feelings
have form as well
she asks

he thinks
and with his hands
squeezes air in between the waves

does colour
have form too

he draws her name
in curly letters
in the foam

and life

he gathers up seashells
his hands full

and love
does love have a form

he keeps still

looks at her
minutes ticking by
doesn’t move a muscle

she perceives


© Henk Dillerop
translation: Trevor Scarse

February 2023

Elmar Kuiper was the RIXT poet of the month February 2023. You can read his original Frisian poems of that month here. The translation of one of them – ‘HUMAN BEING’ – is published here.

Photo: Edwin de Groot
HUMAN BEING

he is clean
like a river

but slibs up at the mouth

he lets his Swiss shepherd
fly after a stick on the cinder
path

rhymes a mallard not with the man

he is fair
like a bullet

at the edge of the city he twirls
the steel for the arena, where he
will sing in canon

he’s pitch perfect
like a rock

skims across the old
canal

smooth and flat
is his word


© Elmar Kuiper
translation: Trevor Scarse

January 2023

Ina Schroders-Zeeders was the RIXT poet of the month January 2023. You can read her original Frisian poems of that month here. The translation of one of them – ‘coat’ – is published here.

Photo: Edwin de Groot
coat

so many old things fall out of your coat pockets:
plasters, coins
pills for tranquillity

who put them there when you weren’t looking?
or was it you
but forgot

once sleepless nights because of money
no piece of clothing contains so many secrets
as an old coat with the pepper smell of sweat and rain

nothing falls better into place
than litter
on a worn-out tile floor


© Ina Schroders-Zeeders
translation: Trevor Scarse

December 2022

Syds Wiersma was RIXT Poet of the Month for December 2022. You can read his original Frisian poems from that month here. The translation of one of them – ‘late autumn’ – is published below.

Photo: Geart Tigchelaar
late autumn

in the autumn I’m able to write
if writing is a form of dying
until the telling turns it into a
feeble infatuation

I prune wild imaginings
cleanse my eyes bloated
from drawn-out days

the ambition burns brightly for a moment, then lets go
sinks into a swoon after a sprinkling of frosty and white

in the autumn I’m able to write
if writing has to be an act
of consolation


© Syds Wiersma
translation: Trevor Scarse

November 2022

Sipke de Schiffart was RIXT Poet of the Month for November 2022. You can read his original Frisian poems from that month here. The translation of one of them – ‘Apostate’ – is published below.

Photo: Geart Tigchelaar
apostate

once the national coach was a pious,
loyal church attendee, until 
his first wife passed away

he turned away from his belief,
did not set foot in a church anymore

strange, when you think about it

all the misery in the world, the famine
and starvation of millions of small children in Africa,
the enormous slaughter in his own country’s bioindustry,
Auschwitz and you name it

none of that was a reason for him
to leave the church,
but when his own wife passed,
he was so incensed,
that he wanted nothing to do 
with God anymore

fortunately for Dutch football
he does know a lot about the game


© Sipke de Schiffart
translation: Trevor Scarse