30 November 2008

29 November 2008

the other day on the tube i wrote a poem. i keyed it into my mobile and soon thereafter accidentally deleted it. i rewrote what i remembered and accidentally deleted that as well. now all i can remember of it still are three lines:

flogen uns seekrähen
(seekrähen, gibt's das?)
um unsre gedankenzufuhr

25 November 2008

for all of you in vienna

°LUFTSCHACHT has new readings scheduled:

hanno millesi - 'der nachzügler' - 26.11.08, 19.30, literaturhaus wien, zieglergasse 26a

nicolas mahler and heinz wolf present their comic 'molch' - 27.11.08, 19.30, joanelli rauchsalon, gumpendorferstr 47-49


21 November 2008

bin an dir liegengeblieben als vorlage
wie viele monate darf ich auf deiner matratze
ich habe bewegungserinnert die lichtschalter
tuerschwellenbreiten ich kenne die nachbarn
am schritt. es sind diese zeiten in denen die
flaggen an fenstern einfrieren verstehst du die leute
vergessen sich hier.

15 November 2008

reading no. 1 in berlin!

needless to say, my nanowrimo is not going anywhere. i have been busy furnishing my apartment, baking cakes and buying furniture. like i said. i am also in the process of founding a little company.

i am planning on getting back to writing very soon, when i have more time to myself again.

on 16 december 2008, however, the rumpelofen will host my first reading in berlin. it will take place in my beloved kaffee burger. with johannes jansen i am in excellent company yet again.

if you can, please do come by. it's cheap.

07 November 2008

gëzim hajdari

in today's lyrikmail was an untitled poem written by gëzim hajdari, an albanian poet whose works have been translated from italian into german by stefanie golisch. my italian is very, very basic, so when i translated this poem i translated the german version first, then secondly double-checked it as well as i could with the italian original. as usual, i allowed for a couple of translational liberties.

you know i would have scribed the most beautiful book
i have written with the tip of a knife
into my skin,
remember, that march, the Judas trees blossomed
with terror and joy at those valleys' verges.
perhaps the most beautiful book
emerged from my ashes and attuned to your life,
i wrote it in the vacancy of that room while looking out through that window
witnessing time and the recurrence of seasons
lost by rain's nudity.
i wrote it in penury,
on moonsick, culpable days,
far from you, from your gloamings,
from one waterside to the other i shouldered
books from a country that glorifies tyrants

Ich sagte dir, dass ich mein schönstes Buch
mit der Spitze des Messers
in meine Haut geritzt haben würde,
weißt du noch, März war, der Judasbaum blühte
erschrocken und freudig an den Rändern der Schlucht.
Vielleicht habe ich das schönste Buch,
das aus meiner Asche stieg und deinem Leben gleicht,
in der Verlassenheit jenes Zimmers geschrieben,
als ich aus dem Fenster blickte,
Zeuge der Zeit und der Wiederkehr der Jahreszeiten,
welche die Nacktheit des Regens streifte.
Ich schrieb es in äußerster Armut,
in mondkranken, verzweifelten Tagen,
fern von dir, fern deiner Dämmerungen,
trug ich von einem Ufer zum anderen
Bücher aus einem Land, das Tyrannen vergöttert

Ti avevo detto che il libro più bello
l’avrei scritto con la punta del coltello,
sulla mia pelle,
ricordi, era marzo, fiorivano i siliquastri
con spavento e gioia ai margini dei burroni.
Forse il libro più bello,
sorto dalle mie ceneri e che assomiglia alla tua vita,
l’ho scritto nella stanza sgombra mentre guardavo dalla finestra
il testimone del Tempo e il ritorno delle stagioni
sfiorate dalla nudità delle piogge.
L’ho scritto in povertà estrema,
nei miei giorni di pena e maldiluna,
distante da te, distante dai tuoi crepuscoli,
portando sulle spalle da una sponda all’altra
libri di un paese che adora i tiranni

01 November 2008


i have arrived in berlin and am sitting on my wooden floors at the moment, watching my stucco ceiling. i can't believe i get to stay in this beautiful place for as long as i like. i mean, honestly, how much better can life get?

i have started nanowrimo today - haven't got too many words yet, but am not worried. i'm happy about every sentence i put down at the moment. each is better than none. plus i'm guessing that i could use quite a lot of what i jot down now later on. i'm a very slow writer. i have been a very slow writer all my life, so fuck pressure. there is absolutely no need to get stressed out about word counts set by strangers.