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Biography of Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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As lyrical as it may sound, I am the last bay in an unbroken line of an old German-Suebian ancestry of blacksmiths; in these tractorized days the 'smithy works' of old now trotting along on somewhat lighter feet than with the beasts of burden in my grandfathers' days, but my own shop's clients, in the form of thoughts & ideas for composing poetry, are still as swift-pacing as their horses could have been then, the wilder among them sometimes as hard to saddle.
I, therefore, in 1988, had moved away from the hectic environs of my native Germany so as to be able to steep myself in my engagements on more tranquil shores, and have eversince been living in the south-west of the Philippine island of Mindanao. Secretly I'm harbouring dreams of reaching, one day, shores still farther-out - those of Madagascar, with a people related to these here in the Far East.
I would like to see people take courage and stand up to work for the coming of a better world, without the killing seriousness of any old-type ideology. This, and other humorous aspects, I'm trying to express through my poems.
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Popular Poems
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Why Things Don't Think Of Us, Too,
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Why not let troubled things talk and hold council with you?
Or do you relish the birth-pangs' banging between clashes?
Things can't talk, yes, or can they? !
You may only proffer your own fantasy
To give them a mouth-piece?
What are we then?
Just simply a piece of flesh, sensing the numbness of the chair we sit on?
Or are we the brain in the chair? !
I found it not to be a madman's pass-time, only, to let things talk to me through myself:
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