Bye, Alison, & don't succumb to any of those naughty Parisian temptations
without crossing your fingers behind your back. I'll probably be gone before
you get back ~ until next year, so guten Rutsch!
Martin
Quote jobby #7
After Shakespeare
The winter hand falls off
and lies in the garden, where now
a wooden scaffolding is er-
ected. The dark summers
fall like the hand.
Your head is freezing.
The autumn with its
dead fish on the
bottom of the rivers is
like the kiosk with the old
woman, sitting and reading
the daily paper, till someone
comes and buys one of the
cold rissoles lying in the
fat-spattered glass display
case. The passer-by pays,
eats, throws the bone
at the invisible angel.
And spring comes, disperses
the car lights through
tinny foliage in the evening,
which with the wooden scaffolding
sinks down by the river.
Rolf Dieter Brinkmann, ca. 1974.
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