Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Hans Magnus Enzensberger Poems
- Middle Class Blues We can't complain. We're not out of ...
- A Song For Those Who Know Something must be done right ...
- The Great Goddess She works away day and night, bent over ...
- For The Sixth Form Reader don't read odes, my son, read time ...
- The Visit When I looked up from my blank page there was an ...
- To All Telephone Subscribers something that has no colour, ...
Hans Magnus Enzensberger (born 11 November 1929 in Kaufbeuren), is a German author, poet, translator and editor. He has also written under the pseudonym Andreas Thalmayr. He lives in Munich.
According to a May 2010 article and interview, Enzensberger was born in 1929 in a small town in Bavaria and is the eldest of four boys. He is part of the last generation of intellectuals whose writing was shaped by first-hand experience of the Third Reich. The Enzensberger family moved to Nuremberg, the ceremonial birthplace of National Socialism, in 1931. Julius Streicher, the founder and publisher of Der Stürmer, was their next-door neighbour. Hans Magnus joined the Hitler Youth in his ... more »
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''Mediocrity in politics is not to be despised. Greatness is not needed.''Hans Magnus Enzensberger (b. 1929), German poet, critic. "The Late Show," November 5, 1990, BBC2.
''A pathological business, writing, don't you think? Just look what a writer actually does: all that unnatural tense squatting and hunching, all those rituals: pathological!''Hans Magnus Enzensberger (b. 1929), German poet, critic. quoted in Guardian (London, Aug. 30, 1990).
''Every orientation presupposes a disorientation.''Hans Magnus Enzensberger (b. 1929), German poet, critic. "Topological Studies in Modern Literature," Sur (Buenos Aires, May-June 1966).
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Middle Class Blues
We can't complain.
We're not out of work.
We don't go hungry.
The grass grows,
the social product,
The streets are empty.
The deals are closed.
The sirens are silent.
All that will pass.
The dead have made their wills.
The rain's become a drizzle.
The war's not yet been declared.
There's no hurry for that.
We eat the grass.
We eat the social product.
We eat the fingernails.
We eat the past.
We have nothing to conceal.
We have nothing to miss.
We have nothing to say.
The watch has ...