The Poems of Heiner Muller

January 11, 2009 at 5:04 am Leave a comment

OLD POEM
Night while swimming across the sea the moment
Which put you in question There is noone else
Finally the truth That you are only a citation Out of a book you have not written Against which you can write at length on your Fading ink-ribbon
The text breaks through

From:
http://www.efn.org/~dredmond/MuellerPoems.PDF

It’s a little cliched, but I like the idea of life as a story, we tend to think of ourselves as in control of our lives when in reality the text being written outside of it frequently over powers us. The link contains more of his stuff.

SOMETIMES WHEN I ENJOY MY PRIVILEGES
For example on the airplane whiskey from Frankfurt to (West)Berlin
I’m overcome by what the idiots at the SPIEGEL call
My raging love for my country
Wild like the embrace of someone believed dead
Queen of Hearts on Judgement Day

and my favorite:
TELEVISION
Margarita says my father
Was Howard Hughes a member
Of the next/last Generation
Which doesnt move its ass
From the tv-chair because
Outside lives man the beast
On the screen at least
It is flat and doesnt watch you

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