This page shows a somewhat random collection of poems I write, most of which have not been published elsewhere (for published ones, please see Section Poems in my Selected Publications). I have taken to this form of creative writing particularly during the COVID19 pandemic, and want to share these thoughts and stories, inspired by my theoretical and political convictions, but spreading far beyond the sometimes confining realms of peer-reviewed production of knowlegde.

Following my credo “be bold, but gentle”, I hope that these in/sides, in/sights capture your interest. Let me know what you think.

This is the story of Time. Time is a little fly. Time flies.

Nijmegen, February 20, 2021

This is the story of Time. Time is a little fly. Time flies.

Time was never reasonable
Time had heard stories about friends waking up
to find an apple sunk into their flesh
She clearly wanted apple-free flight
Time wanted to use those wings to fly overboard

Time wanted to be friends with other species
knowing that she was not the only one
with wings

She had to fly to keep time going
She knew people wanted to keep track of her
she was supposed to be flying
sometimes, she felt unease about her purpose

Time knew there wasn’t really a place for being on time

Time is in charge of charging for own batteries
even turning in circles around herself recharges her

Time knew she’d save time eventually

When Time was younger, she had wanted to be a season instead
Spring, maybe, feeling colors turning from pale to bright
Being born into a family of Times, Time sometimes wondered what it was like to grow up in a less existential family

In contrast to the other time animals, Time was romanticizing traveling only once a year
like cranes
yet she never travelled in a swarm


Can the constitutive outside speak?

originally published November 11, 2020; Berlin
modified on January 15, 2021 in solidarity with Turkish students’ (and academics’) ongoing struggle for academic freedom and against repressive-paternalistic politics  at Boğaziçi University

you can’t be inside without me
I can’t be outside without you
you are not the system
bodies are more than the system 
defying excess is making access better   

embody [y]our difference
one day your handcuffs will turn into earth and we will grow flowers on this earth

I will be your outside, baby

this is nobody’s ground
there is no ground to society other than the one we make
who is on the ground now
we are with the ground, against the ground, we are grounding another future
would this all make sense to Nietzsche?



Berlin, December 31, 2020

wenn wäre
was wäre
wäre Ware
Wege wahren
Wege waren
Ware wägen
der Ware wegen
wahre Wege
von wegen wahren


Can the constitutive outside speak?
Berlin, November 11, 2020

you can’t be inside without me
the it needs the other
I embody [y]our difference
yet I no longer sense my own outside
you are my out
I will be your outside, baby

breathable matter

on the ground against the ground
this would all make sense to Nietzsche 


Sense the City
Berlin, November 2, 2020

SenseTheCity, in collaboration with Adelphi Berlin

the city of the future is multiple

full of justjustjust… just justice, full of decomposable glitter, full of rainbows connecting people’s hearts and ways of walking

the city of the future is built on ungroundable grounds, erected on precarious pillars of libertéégalitésolidarité
in the city of the future, the sun doesn’t burn, but it isn’t lukewarm
I can taste conflict in my mouth, metallic sweetness

here is a place of broken dreams, towers never built, pigeons who died prematurely
binaries are banned from this place
it’s a queer picnic where we don’t have to cover mouth and nose
we’ll have an accessible bonfire

the ghosts from before are conjured to come cuddle up with us
the city is vulnerable
it carries its wounds
resentment is fading
we nurse this city

the city of the future is a space of radical absence
the term expert will sound dinosauresque
we will be citizens again

nature might have struck back
culture might have dissolved            into the meadows
space is public by default
and the birds might have a say in it, too


Bröckelige Tage
Nijmegen, October 18, 2020

Meine eigene Stille brennt mir in der Kehle
Ich kann nichts ohne resentment sagen
Wer lässt Raum für Fragen
Knistern sehen
Glitzernd gehen

Ich starre ein Feld aus Bleistiftstrichen an
flowing abstraction
Dumpfes fühlen – Günter Uecker ZERO

Ich deck dir einen Tisch aus Federn
Wie viel kannst du übersetzen?
Atmen zwischen Farben
Das Ballett des Lebens

Schalenfrüchte sichern ihr Überleben
Auf- und abseilen
Wie viel mehr Farbe könnten wir ertragen?
Wann verlassen wir uns, wer sind unsere Innereien?

(Zen)Trum, Umtrunk, Unmut
Keep spilling
My lighter was drained by a candle