Russia – Scriptorium '77

Waiting for Putin

He suggested a meeting
Everyone thought
He meant himself
But he didn’t say it

When the Waters Flow Backwards Again

What is a week
During a war
How did we come
This far

Paper Jubilee

What else can you say
than congratulations to the paper jubilee
to the thousands of deaths
and many more just out of breaths

Sonnet #25: Peace

When every drop of hope seemed spilled with ease
By narrow minded people without thinking
The enemies of freedom make their peace
Don’t hesitate to drop your glass of drinking

Sonnet #22: Storm

It is a dry, not wet, but stormy day
Between the eyes my vision searches light
What cannot be, I cannot see nor say
And for vague knowledge I miss all my sight

Indestructible / Unverwüstlich

Living in the bitter fate of resilience I watch the bombs fall //
Leben im bitteren Schicksal der Unverwüstlichkeit Ich schaue die Bomben fallen

Global Teapot

Words are floating down the southern hemisphere
Troublesome the mind might melting
Into a global teapot

Sonnet #24: War

When language’s heating up through old white men
The danger grows that escalation’s been
A calculated puzzle piece again
The planning of a war we could have seen

Prone to Power

Isn’t it our second nature / To try our best and destroy our future
We like to buy as cheap as we can / Who avoids to pay taxes we dearly stan