Wednesday:

Writing experiment

Structure a poem according to city streets.

Take a five-block walk, writing one line of text per block.

Write about what you are hearing during your walk.

Michelle

Flora Lamy
1006199
Class E

5 Streets

Buzzing machines and clouds of chemicals.
Grass its attempt to be nature in between concrete roads.
Every colour car parked in a straight row.
No flowers.
No sun.

Boy Aubert
Class E
Assignment 5

Sanne ter Haar
Class E

I stop the Ed Sheeran song on my playlist.
And hear 6 times roesssshkfff.
A thousand little drops land on my umbrella.
I say hi to the man crossing me, he doesn't reply.
The screaming little girl wants to hold the umbrella herself.
She got it.

Bella Kreeft
1002001
Group E
Poem of 5 streets

Ems van den Brink
1001331, groep E

Diana Ionita, Group E

Engines running
Passionate yelling on the phone
Heavy steps in the rain
Homeless people asking for help
Faint ambulance
I wave at a man on a balcony and he repeats a word I don't understand.

I enter a turkish cafe I've never seen before with 5 euros, not enough to buy anything, but the man behind the counter isn't busy today and gives me a discount.
It's quiet inside except tor the refrigerator and oven that cackle in excitement for a customer. As I extend my stay and wait, soft jazz music starts playing. A telephone rings.

Carin Bejenaru
0999639
Group E

i hear the rain pour on the street
i hear my steps on the concrete
the cars and trams and bikes and
construction work that's incomplete
i kinda wanna go back home

The Ocean is Screaming through rushing cars

My neighbour is screaming behind his walls

The music at the gas station sucks

I wish I ´d hear the rain more

Why is the highway everywhere

Paul Mogwitz
Group E

It's raining

The wind slapping trees

The car door slamming

The wind is slapping trees again

But still raining.

Yejin Woo (1006225)
Group E

Malin Dolena Brady
1000910

between the window & seeing, there's always a distance.
time passed & clock didn't struck four.
why did they tell sound about speech?
what does sound know of silence?
what is silence but unspoken words?
I am bereft of speech, but the sparrow's language.. is the language of love

R. Shobani
1014582

Tesra v.d Bogert,
Group E

The sound of a car that turns around

Dripping rain in a big puddle

More quiet i hear my shoes

Lightly the sound of a bird

Slowly the sound of a tram passed by

Zóra Bencsik
Group E

Birds are chirping
A machine is working
Tram wheels on the rails
People are talking
Raindrops are falling

Chris Nelck

AHLAM KHAWAM (E)
POEM OF 5 STREETS

Daisy Hoogwerf
1005751
group E

I hear the motors running of the cars while you hear the rain falling on the ground

you hear cars riding through puddles while a stranger says hello

you hear water splashing all around

doors are slamming and a child is ringing a bell

a little girl is running fast to her house but still makes time to say hello.

Alice Petronzio
Group E

Zhuk Antonina Group E

I hear, birds
I hear, cars
I hear, wetness dripping
I hear, everything dripping
I hear, loop, loop, loop
I hear, people walking
I hear, people talking

Talking to the birds, a car, the wetness, the dripping water and talking with me

I hear myself the other wet bird car






Huigh van Donselaar

Cars drive, cars drive through puddles
People talk in a language I don't recognize
I hear the rain falling on the ground
I hear my own footsteps through puddles and on wet ground
Cars are braking I hear cyclists
I walk past a garage where people are repairing something
I hear my own footsteps again
I hear another busy street where cars are driving
I decide not to walk towards it because that would disturb the possibility of hearing other things
I hear cars going over thresholds
I think I hear a bird
I hear a school bell
I hear drops coming from the sky but also falling from cars and poles
I hear water running
I hear church bells in the distance
I think I hear seagulls
I still hear cars very loud
Now a heavier car, what is this, a truck
I walked along the busy road after all
So all I hear now is cars
I hear keys jingling in someone's pocket as they walk past me
I hear a car door open
I hear my own footsteps again
The longer I walk the louder I hear them because the wetter it is or something
I hear one street softly but now I hear the other street louder again
I hear keys again because someone is running
I walk past a garage again and I hear the radio playing
I hear cars again
Oh somebody dropped something I heard a bang
I hear a car starting up
I hear heavy things being moved
I hear a man singing something to the child he's walking with
And the child responds
I hear cars again
I hear a truck again
It is a garbage truck
I hear more cars
And I hear myself talking all the time
I hear in the distance children screaming a little
Cars are braking
I hear a beep
I hear a cyclist passing me
And when I get home I hear my own keys
And I hear how I open my own lock
And this sound I recognise, because I do this every day.
Sarah Zwerus
group E

Cars drive, cars drive through puddles
People talk in a language I don't recognize
I hear the rain falling on the ground
I hear my own footsteps through puddles and on wet ground
Cars are braking I hear cyclists
I walk past a garage where people are repairing something
I hear my own footsteps again
I hear another busy street where cars are driving
I decide not to walk towards it because that would disturb the possibility of hearing other things
I hear cars going over thresholds
I think I hear a bird
I hear a school bell
I hear drops coming from the sky but also falling from cars and poles
I hear water running
I hear church bells in the distance
I think I hear seagulls
I still hear cars very loud
Now a heavier car, what is this, a truck
I walked along the busy road after all
So all I hear now is cars
I hear keys jingling in someone's pocket as they walk past me
I hear a car door open
I hear my own footsteps again
The longer I walk the louder I hear them because the wetter it is or something
I hear one street softly but now I hear the other street louder again
I hear keys again because someone is running
I walk past a garage again and I hear the radio playing
I hear cars again
Oh somebody dropped something I heard a bang
I hear a car starting up
I hear heavy things being moved
I hear a man singing something to the child he's walking with
And the child responds
I hear cars again
I hear a truck again
It is a garbage truck
I hear more cars
And I hear myself talking all the time
I hear in the distance children screaming a little
Cars are braking
I hear a beep
I hear a cyclist passing me
And when I get home I hear my own keys
And I hear how I open my own lock
And this sound I recognise, because I do this every day.
Sarah Zwerus
group E

Alex Holdorp

Group D

Manon, Group D

Poem 1

Loud and Fast
Dangerous and stressful
Developing and broken
Grey and cloudy
The city is

Quiet and slow
Peaceful and calm
Historical and beautiful
Green and clear
The city could be

Poem 2

At first machines and their productions,

Secondly humans and their interactions,

After that buildings ands their structure,

In the background nature and its beauty,

And finally you and you thoughts,

Karya Anliak
1007851
Group D

Engine voices are the most
A bird melody if you listen closely
A duck the claps his wings
Other birds are following singing deeply
Not so quiet and so loud

Time for dinner forks and spoons
A bike squeaks passing by
A woman talking far away
With her high heels on the way

Lost in the voices
The thoughts following behind
What a nice day today
For people on their way!

With every step I am greeted with it

wet steps, a car passing by, a small child that I think is about to cry

I can smell it.

The smell of freshly baked bread, so fresh I can almost hear it

it takes form in the music coming from the window near it

I am greeted with life



Zoë Krahmer
1008551
group D

Carla Demonte
1011985
Group D


Warmer days

It's getting warmer,
No ice, no slipping.

I like this shop window, I want to explore the city deeper,
Not just looking at it (being closed)

That’s an interesting tree, its branches like arms and fingers,
Still with Christmas decoration.

There is a small, grey ice leftover, how sad,
So dirty

The Canal Water, weird that it was frozen two days ago,
Can’t wait for summer!

Daniel Bercovici
1000685
Group D


For this exercise, I tried to write the poem in written sounds. Most of the written sounds are from a site that I found, which is http://www.writtensound.com/index.php?term=music.

At some point, I tried to invent my own onomatopoeias, how I perceive the sounds surrounding me.

Demi Guijt
1001748
Group D

- Five Block Walk -

I hear the birds singing songs.

Two people laughing with each other.

For a few seconds there is almost no sound,
very calming.

Then I hear an ambulance, the noise gets
louder with every step.

Then the sound fades more and more and is then gone.

I walk outside for the exercise
I hear all these sounds not televised
My shoes are squeaking
The birds are chirping
You can understand that city is alive

Rolandas Banaitis
Group D

Justinas Prekeris 1007074

busy old street,

crowds of people passing by each other,

shoes are squeaking, the walk is peaking

playground stories, and morning glories

Rosalie van Wetten
1003141
Group D

cold rain falling down the sky
I get splashed in the face as a car drives by.
a little kid dressed in a raincoat jumps in a puddle
while underneath the leaves of a tree, the bird huddle
an adorable puppy catches my eye
I want to pet it, but that would mean talking to it's owner, and I'm too shy.
I pass houses and stores
they all seem to have large doors.
in one of the windows, I notice a large bookcase, looking real old.
and I wonder, briefly, how many stories it might hold.

Eva Vlieger

As I exit my quiet neighborhood

I see more people out living their everyday life

I see kids playing basketball and riding their bikes while chatting

Ducks calmly floating through the river

And the low rumble of the city plays as the background soundtrack

Lucy van den Boogaard
1005028
Group D

I notice people staring sometimes, I hope that goes away

The houses are very orange, my shoes are black

These shoes still hurt my feet

How do I keep the wind from blowing in my ears?

I like to see the people rushing, I rush a lot.

my poor feet

Katrina Krieke
1008089
Group D

Group F

Emma Broese van Groenou
Group F
1010712

Poem assignment, though it rhymes..

Pralea Alexandra
1006270
Group F

Poem assignment

'Under the grey sky
I am burdened with a great sigh
As the lack of sun seems to defy
Spring, although its time is nigh
While I want to say the winter goodbye.'

DAVID AVRAM-GROUP F

THE TWO OF YOU ARE TALKING
WHILE THE LEAVES ARE RUSTLING,
A LOUD PLANE IS PASSING BY
SOMEONE'S ASKING WHO'S THIS GUY.
AND THE TRAM CLOSES ITS DOORS.

the steady sounds of the highway,
the soft chatter of people passing by,
the feet of this fluffy thing on the grass,
the far away chirping birds,
and a big breath in and a big breath out

Pepijn van Elten - Group F

Haiku:
Streets grey and empty
Making me long for the past
Lonely city life

A cat on a bike
Listening to the singing birds
Soft Killing machine

Yip van Ravens
Group 4

BIBI PANTMANEE

GROUP F

Lara Boon

1F

Francis Belte
1008215
Group F

Cars, there's an old couple walking, there's a woman in a neon green coat

I suck at poetry and here's a tram… this poem needs some rhythm or something idfk

I keep looking at my surroundings to find something for this poem.

Walked by a construction site… looked interesting

Some racists/mild racists won in the election and its weird that any one of the people here might have voted for them

I don't feel too much regarding safety
Walking is a privilege

I hear some birds

I didn't grow up here
To me this place feels different
Its the america of europe...

My footsteps are very loud

I only hear cars and birds and neither of them mean anything to me I suck at poetry ffs

I wrote this poem wrong

Ik rijk naar de hemel

Zie daar de bladeren vallen

Het bos buiten mijn deur

De wind blaast mijn gedachten weg

Mee met de stroming

Rijk de Wilde de Ligny

AV1

Dana Zomer - Group F

Words:
Lights
Cat
Vroom
Shop
Skreet

explanation: I was walking rather late from around 8 pm. I get rather anxious when I get home later, it used to be because I was just anxious of being outside after dark, but now the sensation of being fined by a cop because of the covid curfew is always in the back of my head as well.

The night is here, phone reads nine
The light flicks, like a scene from a horror movie
Cars are still moving, their headlights shining on the damp concrete.

Passing by shops are closed, but getting anxious
With the covid measures, I am conscious
Wheels turning turns to a harsh skreet against my ear
I quickly grab my keys
.
I am home.