Schlagwort: expat

Billy Marshall-Stoneking

Ventriloquist and Other Poems Ventriloquist I remember that summer when she’d pull out Charlie – which was what she affectionately called my prick – & being an artist, she’d draw a face on it. Then, without moving her lips, she’d go to work: „Hello, how’re you? My name’s Charlie.“ The first time, I laughed. It… Billy Marshall-Stoneking weiterlesen

Anant Kumar

Modern Times Das Asylantenheim geriet in Aufruhr, als Montag morgens die Mitbewohner den Bangladesher Abdul Qasim mit einem hübschen, hiesigen Techno-Mädchen sahen. Abdul Qasim, der 30 jährige Asylant aus Bangladesh, der kaum Deutsch verstand, spielte unter den anderen Asylanten wegen seiner Habichtnase den Spaßmacher. Und ausgerechnet diesen Idioten sollte das Glück treffen? Sein Glück verursachte… Anant Kumar weiterlesen

Adam Raffel

Multicultural Poems THE KADALAY WOMAN I walk in the sweltering heat to school Wearing a uniform designed for temperate conditions Passing beggars and vendors bear bodied in sarongs Selling mangoes I pass her in the park Under the baniyan tree Where she sits on her haunches Her mouth red with beetle nut She turns her… Adam Raffel weiterlesen

Peter Giacomuzzi

großstadt männlich die betuchten arschlöcher kneifen ihre backen zusammen lassen aus lauter scheu an bewegung die besten plätze in der vollsten bahn leer und denken was weiß ich an die größe des reichs an händen sind leichter die menschen zu erkennen das alter die jugend der tod im frühmorgen der fleischwölfe im weg zu der… Peter Giacomuzzi weiterlesen

Angelika Fremd

the dayshift (Kings Cross 13.11.97) in the gardens an ibis pries open a wad of butcher’s paper as if chipping into a motherlode. street cleaners hose gutters chocked with paraphernalia used in ecstatic rites the night before. driftwood-like, piles of ill-assorted belongings washed up on stone shores coset the sleeping, the near-dead. pigeons and seagulls… Angelika Fremd weiterlesen

Anja Meixner

Innocence and Experience Photography „If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well… Anja Meixner weiterlesen

Jolanta Janavicius

Catching a Wave I SLEPT SO WELL LAST NIGHT JUST PUT MY HEAD ON THE PILLOW AND WAS OFF INTO DREAMLAND AND WHEN I WOKE UP IT WAS MORNING A MOST BEAUTIFUL SUNNY MORNING WARM NOT TOO HOT AS YET THE BLUEST BLUE SKY YOU COULD IMAGINE THE MOST URGENT THING FOR ME TO DO… Jolanta Janavicius weiterlesen

Sylvia Petter

Apple of Paradise In the spring of 1974, Anna got her first job – translating cooperation and security in Geneva. Like the pale-green stalks of a young tomato plant, European cooperation was fragile and needed nurturing. Tomatoes, when she noticed them at all, came wrapped in tight transparency, supermarket perfect, red balls in straight rows… Sylvia Petter weiterlesen

Louis Armand

The Prague Connection Ariadne’s Thread after the long night her arms like an astrological map full of endless zeroes … without knowing why she takes the dulled constellation of her eyes & offers them up to her dealer in kings cross– she says that if she can have one more hit she’ll hide it somewhere… Louis Armand weiterlesen