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Gedichte aus Berlin

Wednesday, February 16th, 2011

After returning from Berlin I was inspired to finally read the copy of Durs Gr├╝nbein’s “Ashes for Breakfast”, a collection of his poems translated by Michael Hofmann and published by Faber. He’s lived in Berlin for the past 15 years or so, hence the connection. Here are a few of my favourite excerpts:

from “NO. 8″

Astonishment at the brightness

of even the remotest back alleys

on a night of fresh snow—

there it was again

that haiku-unerringness.

from “MONOLOGICAL POEM #I”

what is the whole surreal jokeshop

of terrors compared to the

infinitely chance little

tricks of a poem.

from “PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG BORDER DOG (NOT COLLIE), 6″

Homo sap., the animal with letters after its name,

The only one to lie, to obey the logic

Of appearance and deception. As you’ll see

If you cast your eye once over a newspaper.

A world of opinions smashed to smithereens.

As any child will tell you, the very first word

Paradoxically produces a misunderstanding

That it takes repetition to clear.

from “VARIATIONS ON NO THEME”

How many gestures are futile, and yet

Their inadequacy keeps them going.

To make menaces at a fly, to lower the head

In mute respect before the departed,

To sweeten your time in solitary by waving

Or greeting, can be diverting

Or decent. It’s all absurd anyway,

Against the slothful clouds.

Fotos von Berlin

Wednesday, February 16th, 2011