vers brussel,
poetry in the city

In Jette, the stainless-steel sculpture makes light of perspectives.
Children play around the poles supporting words that can be read from above.

A time capsule has been buried under Place du Béguinage.
It encloses a reflection:
how to conserve poetry through the ages?

An enamel frieze wraps its words around Ixelles cemetery, built on its dead.

One of the lamp posts in Parc Huart Hamoir has been sabotaged.
By removing the lamp and replacing it with an apple, the artist has created a tree, the fruit of the poet’s text.

Pixel words are to be found along the Canal, under the windmills and beneath the feet of passers-by.

Several plaques on Rue de Laeken have been struck by an epidemic of poetry.
The symptoms? Fragments of poems grafted onto the street names.
The antidote? To scour the neighbourhood to discover them.

A lifeguard’s seat has been erected at Montgomery to enable us to admire the busting city from above.

The wooden bridge of the Ganshoren marsh is where the imagination and reflection meet.
An observation telescope allows one to read the poem from start to finish.

In the streets of La Roue, eight round trees arise, in whose tops we can read a poem that evokes the area we are visiting.

A snapshot of abandonment.
The lettering of the sign is peeling off the wall.
Traces of glue remain, and so does the message.