“On the one hand, I wanted to create a kind of snapshot and write about a night which in itself is so complete and saturated that it deeply enriches you. Andererseits wollte ich über zwei Unbekannte schreiben, die sich in eben einer solchen Nacht finden, einen vollkommenen Moment teilen, und sich dann wieder verlieren.”
“Five Catholic Poles all ride to Switzerland for a Jesus meet. One Berliner going where I was coming from. He does this all the time, says that’s all it is: just a matter of time.”
“I have never been to Germany, and saw Leipzig only in photos or in dreams. In this poem, I wanted to depict a Leipzig of the past, a place in a time long gone.” (1003 Nights literary contest winner – poetry)
“Those ten yards from the bomb to my front door are the path home when I get off a number 12 tram. Now those are Lou-Lou’s yards, yards and time and unburned buildings that belong to whoever pulled the lever too soon and whoever wired that bomb too loosely.”
Luxembourg, 1979 – from the pen and perspective of an Australasian poet, in English & auf Deutsch.
Renaissance and Baroque surprises lie just a train ride (or a few) away.