[Read] ➳ Novemberland: Selected Poems 1956-1993 By Günter Grass – Oaklandjobs.co.uk Before Gunter Grass's First Novel The Tin Drum received international acclaim as one of the most important postwar novels ever written Grass was renowned in his native country for his poetry Informed Before Gunter Grass's First Novel The Tin Drum received international acclaim as one of the most important postwar novels ever written Grass was renowned in his native country for his poetry Informed by the same baroue inventiveness and mordant wit that characterize such celebrated prose works as The Tin Drum Novemberland: Selected Epub / Cat and Mouse Dog Years and The Flounder these poems depict a landscape at once recognizably mundane and grotesuely surreal Half mad women lament over the ruins of Berlin; nuns on a beach resemble the Spanish Armada; scarecrows multiply in a field; two bitten apples recall Paradise; handmade coffin nails are recovered from a bulldozed graveyard; a glove washed up on a beach prophesies our fate; gale winds portend a storm of neofascism Even as his poems give provocative often searing moral commentary on issues and problems of the moment Grass's inventiveness and spirited humor lift his work above and beyond the cant of political poetry Novemberland offers his startling at times harrowing vision of Germany and the world in the aftermath of the Second World War and Cold War. mirrors play at being nature 5 Our city our cityAll scattered lies Berlinleans with its fire walls against winds 47 For it was in this ivythe growth rate of immortalitythat he surpassed us 67Some rational nonsense in his linesA wounded Germany in his heartA little humorA little tragedyAbsorbing creativityTwo poems for a reviewNursery RhymeWho laughs here who has laughed?Here we have ceased to laughTo laugh here now is treasonThe laugher has a reasonWho weeps here who has wept?Here weeping is ineptTo weep here now means tooa reason so to doWho speaks here or keeps mum?Here we denounce the dumbTo speak here is to hidedeep reasons kept insideWho plays here in the sand?Against the wall we standplayers whose games are bannedThey've lost they've burned their handWho dies here dares to die?Defector here we cryTo die here without stainis to have died in vain 21WritingIn realitythe glass was filled only hip highPlump well rounded Lies in the dregsEngrave syllablesLive next to the garbage disposal unitand distinguish between a stench and a smellDeprive the cake of its springformBooksin their casescan't fall overThat often interrupted is how my thoughts wentWhen does the milk grow funny?Measure progress in crayfish gaitWait patiently until metal tiresLet the bridge slowlyso that the writing keeps pacecollapseBefore that calculate its value as scrapSentences bid farewell to sentencesWhen politicsbecomethe weather's way of speakingA high pressure belt over RussiaAt hometo have gone abroad; on travelsto remain at homeWe will not change the climateOnly naïvetéwants to make something livedeclare it deadBe stupid always want to begin from scratchPlease remind me as soon as I sayhay fever or the Corso of Flowers in ZoppotRetrospectively look out of the windowRhymes for snipes' droppingsLoudly join in when anyone's talking nonsenseUrbin that's it–Urbin that's itHit on the imprecise thing preciselyPocketsare full of old admission ticketsWhere is the car key?Delete the car keyCompassion with verbsBelieve in the eraserConjure an umbrella in the Lost and FoundBulldoze the moment with the rolling pinAnd take the connections apart againBecause due to when so that to comparisons and similar adhesive aidsThis story must come to an endConclude with a colonI'm coming back I'm coming backRemain cheerful in a vacuumSteal only things of one's ownChaos skillfully executedNot adorn write Yes it ends there 6365This is a bilingual edition of selected poems from four decades It would have been great to read some notes for a little context If you don't do a research of your own it is uite inaccessibleDec 14 14 Also on my blog Photo credit Shoey Nam Who speaks here or keeps mum?Here we denounce the dumbTo speak here is to hidedeep reasons kept insideCulled from 40 years this a rather mixed assemblage The images always appear afoot with history The smoke of tragedy faint in the wind The harvest remains hopeful as the shipwrecked muse over the mercy of milk I wasn't transported by much of this my personal baggage leading off the trail This likely deserves a second reading I am too dumb for all these symbols Literally everything was symbolisticSome poems were better some worse still you can clearly see that Grass is a master of prose and verse both Rating 44 stars Mercy mercy Somewhat ragged Grass grows on you His poems are like apple cider that's started to turn dark sweet and with a little kickCOMFORTEDAfter 40 all people should be suckled againpublicly at a fixed pricetill they are comforted wishless and needn't cry anycry in the john alone Largely inaccessible yet I'd liked the poems in The Rat Maybe it's the translation? The context?
- 163 pages
- Novemberland: Selected Poems 1956-1993
- Günter Grass
- 25 April 2015 Günter Grass