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Enjoy this YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her v222 8/24 Down in the Dirt issue/book “A Night Shadow” & the CyberWit.net Summer 2024 Janet Kuypers poetry book “The Universe is in Your Hands” book poems “Volcano Lava Along the Road” (+ lava image), “One May Day: Germany”, & “Who Had the Real Power on Planet Earth” (+ showing the Old Faithful image) during her “Poetic License 8/4/24 global open mic” she hosted through a Zoom meeting & a Facebook event page (from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera, and posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr). Also enjoy this as a Facebook live video stream (that was filmed & streamed from a Samsung S9 camera with a Color Film filter; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Instagram, and Tumblr). #janetkuypers #janetkuypersbookreading #janetkuyperspoetry #janetkuyperstheuniverseisinyourhands #janetkuyperspoeticlicense

One May Day: Germany Janet Kuypers 1/17/24 We left Hitler’s home country to go to Germany’s Dachau, to see one of the first concentration camps in existence. Drank beer on the train ride from Munich (something Hitler would frown upon), and after seeing Washington D.C.’s Holocaust Memorial — complete with a train car, a Warsaw ghetto walkway, glass bins of collected hair brushes, shoes — I was stoked for the impact of actually being there. But once was passed under an Arbeit macht frei sign we walked into vast blank halls with only occasional spots of original chipping paint. We’d walk from room to room, each containing only large hanging posters with occasional images of data in German and in English. You couldn’t feel the gravity of life for prisoners in these camps. Only when we got to the last room and saw a scale model of the entire grounds as it was during the Holocaust, well, everywhere we walked that day was only about one fifth the size of the camp. That was the only way I saw the monstrous size of this monstrosity.      Later sat at a Munich bar, and the old German men yelled at us in German when an American-sounding song played on the jukebox. I didn’t even know where the jukebox was, and the bartender yelled at the regulars in German that she was the one who chose that song. But looking back, I have to admit that it was cool to be yelled at in another language from men on the other side of the planet.

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