Poem
Monika Rinck
the disciple
an obstinate disciple, so youthfulbut the one whom jesus loved
who laid beside him at the last
kissing him was like kissing a door
slim flat stern with hinges on one side
but moveable on the other
how it swung open how we fell
there were boats and we took them
our nicotine-sour mouths in each other
like an element to shape something from
the bitterness gathered in the hollows
when it wore off we smoked
in the end a rain fell
a rain we could barely believe
it turned cold, things got wet and everywhere
the shivering began – our
three-dimensional talk folded.
then the plain grew wide and dark
no one was left, not a sound to be heard
when i meet him again he can speak
i think he is my brother
say something – he says and i speak
From: shearsman (58 / 2003)
der jünger
der jünger
ein verstockter ein so jugendlicher jüngeraber der liebste des herrn jesu
der zuletzt an seiner seite lag
ihn zu küssen war wie eine tür zu küssen
schlank flach strikt mit angeln an der seite
doch beweglich an der gegenüber liegenden
wie sie aufschlug wie wir fielen
da gab es boote die wir nahmen
unsere nikotingesäuerten münder ineinander
wie ein element aus dem man etwas formt
in den höhlen sammelte sich die säure
wenn sie nachließ rauchten wir
am ende fiel regen
den wir gar nicht glauben konnten
es wurde kalt, die sachen nass und überall
begann das zittern – unsere
dreidimensionale rede einklappente ein.
dann wurde die ebene weit und dunkel
keiner war mehr da, nichts mehr war zu hören
als ich ihn wieder treffe kann er sprechen
ich denke, dass er mein bruder ist
sag was – sagt er und ich spreche
© 2004, zu Klampen! Verlag
From: Monika Rinck: Verzückte Distanzen. Gedichte
Publisher: Zu Klampen! Verlag. Edition Postskriptum: Springe, Germany 2004.
From: Monika Rinck: Verzückte Distanzen. Gedichte
Publisher: Zu Klampen! Verlag. Edition Postskriptum: Springe, Germany 2004.
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the disciple
an obstinate disciple, so youthfulbut the one whom jesus loved
who laid beside him at the last
kissing him was like kissing a door
slim flat stern with hinges on one side
but moveable on the other
how it swung open how we fell
there were boats and we took them
our nicotine-sour mouths in each other
like an element to shape something from
the bitterness gathered in the hollows
when it wore off we smoked
in the end a rain fell
a rain we could barely believe
it turned cold, things got wet and everywhere
the shivering began – our
three-dimensional talk folded.
then the plain grew wide and dark
no one was left, not a sound to be heard
when i meet him again he can speak
i think he is my brother
say something – he says and i speak
From: shearsman (58 / 2003)
the disciple
an obstinate disciple, so youthfulbut the one whom jesus loved
who laid beside him at the last
kissing him was like kissing a door
slim flat stern with hinges on one side
but moveable on the other
how it swung open how we fell
there were boats and we took them
our nicotine-sour mouths in each other
like an element to shape something from
the bitterness gathered in the hollows
when it wore off we smoked
in the end a rain fell
a rain we could barely believe
it turned cold, things got wet and everywhere
the shivering began – our
three-dimensional talk folded.
then the plain grew wide and dark
no one was left, not a sound to be heard
when i meet him again he can speak
i think he is my brother
say something – he says and i speak
From: shearsman (58 / 2003)
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