Drei Gedichte / Three Poems

                                  MONTAGE

                                               1 

                  Montage blau & bitter wie 
                               das Meer des Himmels 
                                          Tränen, Erinnerung 

                     o    verfickt    das Glück 
                                        der Unerreichbaren 
                        als sie, diese Ekstase 
                             durchpulst von Licht 
                          fluten ,     o ... 

                                                   zitternde Knie & 

                       rem amaram die bittere 
                                    durchlebt bis zum Ende 
                                            bis zur Erstarrung 

                         gefrorene lebendige Liebe 
                               das Allerhöchste 

                  gefühlt,  gleich Strahlen stürzte 
                      es hinab, Falten des Vor 
                  hangs: braungolden, warmes 
                          Licht der Sonne, gekräuselt 
                                  hinter geschlossenen Lidern 
                               das gleißende, spiegelnde 
                                     Gewässer, im Kopf 
                                                die Ahnung 
                                    des fernen Feuers 
                                           so viele Lichtjahre nah 

                            Im Tod die Nach 
                                   SICHT 
                             Erlösung aus 
                                            fixiertem Sein 
                                 wie geschmolzen 
                                      Blei  Strom 
                                        Glut  Flut 
                                       Verschmelzung 
                                              im ALL 
 
 
 

                                                2 

                                Die scharfe Säge 
                                      im KOPF 
                                  Rasiermesser der imaginierten 
                                         PEIN, ZU LEBEN 
                                                     in dieser Schärfe 
                                                              des Bewußtseins das 
                                    etwas zusammenhält 
                                                  den Kopf, den Ort 
 

                         all dieser Erfahrung, wie im EXPERIMENT 

                               verläuft das Leben, die 
                            Flut der Bild 
                                       zwangsjacke angeschnallt 

                               Ein 'Ich bin, ich bin' 
                                     Die Bilder rasen 
                                                   durch es hindurch 
                                        durch all die 
                                                    unentrinnbare Wirklichkeit 

                                           das PAAR 
                                       der geöffneten 
                                                 geschlossenen Augen 
                                            wie gebannt... 
 

                                                                      17. Dez. 1992 

                        1
Montage blue and bitter as
            the sea of heaven
                         tears   memories

    o    fucked     that bliss
                     of the unattainable
           when it, this escstasy
                       throbbing with light
             floods,       o ...

                                       trembling knees

      rem amaram  the bitter one
                lived through, up to the very end
                       the point of numbness

         frozen living love
           the supreme

felt, like rays it was falling
   down, folds of the cur
tain, brown/golden, warm
       light of the sun, ruffled
              behind shut eyelids
    the glistening, mirroring
         water, inside the skull
                          an inkling
          of distant fire
             so many light-years near

      In death, the late & lenient
                     LOOK
    salvation from
                      fixed existence
               as if molten
           lead          stream
             heat         flood
                  fusion
               in SPACE
 

                        2

            The sharp saw
              in the skull
     razor blade of imagined
          pain, of living
                  in this sharpness
                      of consciousness which
           ties something together
                   the skull, the place

   of all this experience, as if in an EXPERIMENT

            life continues, the 
          flood of images
                 strait jacket, tightly fastened 

      Some "I am, I am"
            The images racing
                             through it
              through all of this
                             inescapable reality

                 ...that PAIR
              of opened
                      of closed eyes
                 as if hypnotized...
 

                                               (transl. in  2010)
 

The poem was echoing a montage by Doris Schoettler-Boll, an artist who has chosen a 'deconstructivist' approach to collage and montage, departing from cut-out material, segments of photos etc. as a starting point. Her interest in science (phrenology, modern physics, artificial intelligence) meets with her obsession with the work of Derrida, and the de-constructivist approach to Freudian psychoanalytic theory. Her works have been shown  in the Museum Bochum (Bochum), Landesmuseum (Bonn), Weserburg (Bremen), Clement-Selz-Museum (Neuss), etc. 

The poem "Montage" was written while seeing a montage/collage by  Doris Schöttler-Boll, entitled "Die Verzückung - Der Tod - Die maschinelle Registrierung des Blicks" (1992).  This work by Doris Schöttler-Boll, accompanied by the poem, was exhibited during the 25th Westdeutsche Künstler Bund exhibition, in the Ehrenhof (today known as the NRW-Forum), Dusseldorf, Sept. 6 - Oct.11, 1992.