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Was schlimm ist
Gottfried Benn 1886 - 1956 |
Benn ungewohnt heiter, auf den ersten Blick jedoch nur. Nach wenigen Versen beginnt die Leichtigkeit zu schwinden, weicht ahnungsvoller Bedeutungsschwere. Die letzten Gedanken des Gedichts verloren am Ende ihre Schrecknis für Benn. Er starb an einem Sommertag, „wenn alles hell ist und die Erde für Spaten leicht“.
Aus "Das Literarische Cafe"
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Was schlimm ist
Gottfried Benn
Wenn man kein Englisch kann,
von einem guten englischen Kriminalroman zu hören,
der nicht ins Deutsche übersetzt ist.
Bei Hitze ein Bier sehn,
das man nicht bezahlen kann.
Einen neuen Gedanken haben,
den man nicht in einen Hölderlin Vers einwickeln kann,
wie es die Professoren tun.
Nachts auf Reisen Wellen schlagen hören
und sich sagen, daß sie das immer tun.
Sehr schlimm: eingeladen sein,
wenn zu Hause die Räume stiller,
der Café besser
und keine Unterhaltung nötig ist.
Am schlimmsten:
nicht im Sommer sterben,
wenn alles hell ist
und die Erde für Spaten leicht. | |
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What's bad
by Gottfried Benn 1886 - 1956
Not knowing English
and hearing about a new English thriller
that has not been translated.
Seeing a cold beer, when it is hot
and not being able to afford it.
Having a new idea
that you cannot encapsulate in a Hölderlin line,
the way the professors do.
Hearing the waves beat against the shore on a holiday night
and thinking, that is the way they always do.
Very bad:
being invited,
when your home is quieter,
the coffee better
and not have to make small talks.
Worst of all:
not to die in summer,
when the days are brighter
and the earth yields easily to spade.
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PS. My dear friends for so many years...
Please take a look at the blog of my mentor in photography:
HERE
For a very long time I have been following his advice...
Great shots Monika! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBei Hitze ein Bier.....wäääääähhhh...da kippt man doch gleich aus den Latschen ;-)
ReplyDeleteGrüssle
Nova.
ReplyDeleteHaste mich zum Grinsen gebracht....
Ich schließe mich Nova mal an. Bier in der Hitze geht gar nicht.
ReplyDeleteLG Sabine
liebe Monika,
ReplyDeletedas ist fast zum Alltag geworden, ein Schicksal steht vor vielen, unbemerkt und still.
ganz liebe Grüße von Jasmin
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ReplyDeleteº° ✿✿♫
As fotos são tão tristes.
A poesia fala de morte, mas também hoje é dia dos mortos...
Essa foto do corredor comprido e alagada é tão sombria.
Bom mês de novembro.
Beijinhos.
Brasilº°✿
º°✿✿♫
Very nice!
ReplyDeleteLiebe Monika,
ReplyDeleteich sag nur: danke für dieses Gedicht.
Passt hervorragend zu deinen Fotos.
Liebe Abendgrüße von
Irmi
I like your photographs, Monika. Sometimes, I see the world like this when I have been drinking heavily; more often, I see the world like this when I am walking along a street deep in thought. I am not sure I realized that before now.
ReplyDeleteAs for your poet, I like what he writes and I agree with his conclusions. The last verse brought a smile to my face. I immediately thought of Ötzi, the Iceman mummy from the Alps. There are times I think I would like to die as he did, and have my body found when the ice melts 5,000 years later.
All-in-all, a very enjoyable post and one that made my mind whirl a bit.
Καλό μήνα γλυκιά μου
ReplyDeleteΟμορφιές :)
Great shots and sentiments, Monika!
ReplyDeleteΚαλώς ήρθες αγαπημένη μου Μόνικα!
ReplyDeleteΜε τους πολύ ωραίους στίχους και τις συγκλονιστικές σου φωτογραφίες!!!
Πήγα στον Βασίλη, έχει καταπληκτικές φωτογραφίες!
Πολλά φιλάκια, καλό βράδυ!
Καλημέρα Μόνικα....
ReplyDeleteΌμορφοι οι στίχοι και το μπλόγκ του Βασίλη.
Μπορεί πολλά να μάθει κανείς βλέποντας τις φωτογραφίες του και μελετώντας την τεχνική του...
Όπως μαθαίνει κανείς πολλά όταν επισκέπτεται το blog το δικό σου.
Κωστής
Wow, what a great poem ... it's like that you can almost touch it ...but you can't. ... very deep. PS you have a great photography mentor.
ReplyDeleteAn enjoyable post ...
ReplyDeleteAh, not being able to afford a beer when it is hot - a tragedy, Monika ! But seriously, a poignant poem, especially the ending. Hertzliche Grüße !
ReplyDeleteA dramatic shot.
ReplyDeleteBut I´m proud you use the photography for denouncing this situation.
Thanks for sharing the blog of your mentor.
Really nice to meet new photographers.
Kisses, my dear!
Very strong images and words, my dear friend. Times are hard everywhere it seems, and all we can do as artists is to show them as they really are. Hope you are well.
ReplyDeletei admire you, monika!
ReplyDeletethose aremagnificent shots, arty, with great composition!
i also love the lighting in the second photo!
very well done you! :)
big hugs
betty
p.s. thanks so much for your wonderful comments and support.
Hola, te acabo de conocer, muy buenas fotos. Un beso desde Murcia..seguimos...
ReplyDeleteMeine Liebe,
ReplyDeleteich mag das Gedicht so sehr, danke dafür...
Für dich einen schönen ersten Advent!!!
von Herzen, deine Rachelakola
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