What's going through my head #7

A poem is a poem is a poem ... isn't it?

News about the reading on 12 April 2025

in Augsburg / FasZIERnierend °Floral °Ambience ° Pleasure

©Jacqueline Beck

An exhibition with three different artists will start parallel to the reading.

Including Jacqueline Beck, my very good friend, colleague, choreographer and photo artist.

Above, one of her photos from 2012 with a poem I wrote about her photo at the time.

TIDE CATCHER’

Above crepe paper waves

floats

a pale grey vault

lashed down

on the boundless horizon

She sits enthroned in front of it

on spray turned to stone

Feet instead of fins

pauses

and behind her

a shimmer of scales

adorns the water

Not swum

not flown

Forced through the eye of a needle

Catching your breath hurts

Standing upright even more so

the bones are hard

and the air is heavy as iron

Now the water moves away

like a defeated army

The sand still wet

waits for its return

Only the wind caresses

and woos

The girl remains standing

spreads her hands

and rests

In her

the flames blaze

in steel chambers

locked

with power and greed

The mother meanwhile

lies at the bottom

remains there

despondent

and laments

until the father himself names it

the true

the real

the human world

Elevated on rock

it shines

And the moon's face

the leaden horizon

dares to burst

Till thousands of silver pieces rain

Behind it a blue

so deep and clear

It seems to lose itself

in endless vision

of thing and deed

so far away for so long

and now so near

To her

at her feet

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We would be delighted to welcome you to the reading and exhibition (until 10 May 2025).

Yours Jochen, sincerely