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Najet Adouani (TN)
Yeşim Ağaoğlu (TR)
Andreas Ammer (DE)
Şehbal Şenyurt Arınlı (TR)
Vera Botterbusch (DE)
Nancy Campbell (Scotland)
Alexandra Cárdenas (CO)
Olalla Castro (ES)
Daiva Čepauskaitė (LT)
Kholoud Charaf (SY)
Don Mee Choi (KR)
Miljana Cunta (SI)
Brigitta Falkner (AT)
Heike Fiedler (CH)
Mónica Francés (ES)
Philip Frischkorn (DE)
Sara Gomez (CL/DE)
Nora Gomringer (CH)
Vaiva Grainytė (LT)
Andrea Grill (AT)
Tomas Grom (SI)
Geraldine Gutiérrez-Wienken (VE)
Volha Hapeyeva (BY)
Cornelius Hell (AT)
Simone Hirth (AT)
Jurgita Jasponité (LT)
Lisa Jeschke (SE)
Christine Johannes (ET)
Mihret Kebede (ET)
Birgit Kempker (CH)
Jessie Kleeman (GL)
Barbara Korun (SI)
Margret Kreidl (AT)
Augusta Laar (DE/CH)
Kalle Aldis Laar (DE)
Alma Larsen (DE)
Robert Lippok (DE)
Luljeta Lleshanaku (AL)
Lotte L.S. (England)
Jasmine Mans (US)
Yirgalem Fisseha Mebrahtu (ER)
Birgit Müller-Wieland (DE)
Pega Mund (DE)
Verena Nolte (DE)
Stella Nyanzi (UG)
Lynn Parkerson (US)
Maarja Pärtna (EE)
Ana Pepelnik (SI)
Halyna Petrosanyak (UA)
Judith Nika Pfeifer (AT)
Dragica Rajčić (HR/CH)
Sophie Reyer (AT)
Philipp Scholz (DE)
Paula Schopf (CL)
Theresa Seraphin (DE)
Maartje Smits (NL)
Oksana Stomina (UA)
Lotta Thiessen (DE)
Cornelia Travnicek (AT)
Iryna Tsylik (UA)
Astrid Vestedt (DE)
Tang Siu Wa (HK)
Anne Waldman (US)
Barbara Yurtdas (DE)
Agnė Žagrakalytė (LT)
Maartje Smits
Maartje Smity verwebt in ihrer poetischen Arbeit Bild und Sprache. Über Videos, Performances, Fotografie und Text erforscht sie Themen, die ihr am Herzen liegen und oft mit Feminismus und Ökologie verbunden sind. Ausgehend von dieser Praxis unterrichtet sie Transmediales Geschichtenerzählen und Design an der Gerrit Rietveld Academy und bei Artez (Arnhem).
Zu ihren neuesten Gedichtbänden gehören If you are a girl, 2015, und How I started a forest in my bathroom, 2017, De Harmonie Verlag. Maartje lebt und arbeitet in Amsterdam und ist in ihrer Freizeit Imkerin.
ww.maartjesmits.nl/
Maartje is a poet in image and language. Via video, performances, photography and text she explores subjects that are dear to her, often linked to feminism and ecology. From this practice she teaches transmedia storytelling and design at the Gerrit Rietveld Academy and at Artez (Arnhem).
Latest poetry books include If you are a girl, 2015, and How I started a forest in my bathroom, 2017, De Harmonie publishers. Maartje lives and works in Amsterdam, and in her spare time she is a beekeeper.
ww.maartjesmits.nl/
Meer legs
I would möchte be
a frauship's shallow schouwdek
a bitsy bitchy lust objection
with dikke thighs
dikes off all men deck
deilig thighs bulk carriers that
tar all, tenderly tegen affection
halten
ik want thighs that faul
behouwen and dare to be seen
zie you siegst
minne Seekontainer legs
siegst minne peal d’orange
cellulite royal ’t squirts
lukewarm tea dregs in my lazy rolling dans lui
weil go on and choose to you weinst
past my solid soaked legs
How I started a forest in my bathroom
seduced by portable supermarket ferns
gardenless creatures like me hardly ever thirsty but
IKEA GREENERY IS GOOD
and potted plants suck up stress
the fern was no fern
a woman gazed clean and free from packaging
she breathed Air Purifying Plant Mix®
tested by NASA and TNO
at home I heard
trees talk underground
about weather
the climate is changing they exchange
fungi with super powers
transfer calming minerals
to a household account
a single tree barely exists
a single fern does not deserve the name
I bought another
and a third
I bought the entire last tray
of mix
until a staff member cautioned me
in Suriname you have to fight nature
or she takes over
first your garden then your house your
bed your shower curtain
but these days, forests grow indoors
rows of inert toadstools lining the road
is the word overgrown even still used here
how could I ever have dared
to distinguish myself from plants
where did the mix begin and I
watched my barelyferns grow lonely
on the windowsill
side by side in plastic earthenware
which repels everything
roots penetrating compulsive thoughts
my plant mix cried in the shower
where I depotted and buried their flaccid underbellies
in the cut-out soil
then I carried the remaining
indoor greenery upstairs
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