Biography of Marion Poschmann
Marion Poschmann was born in 1969 in Essen and grew up in Mülheim an der Ruhr and in Essen. She studied German philology, philosophy and Slavistic philology (1989-1995), first in Bonn; since 1992 in Berlin - in 1994 she also studied Dramatic Writing at the University of the Arts Berlin. Between 1997 and 2003 she taught German in the context of a German-Polish primary school project called Spotkanie heißt Begegnung.
She is a member of P.E.N and lives and works in Berlin.
Marion Poschmann Poems
Nostalgia for Eden. Stalin countered with the following slogan: Let us decorate the homeland with gardens. Let us completely strip the tree of knowledge. The beautiful wilderness
Boulders in cant-style hurtling through space. Heads of famous men hanging on house walls. All made of stone. The naval choir singing its song
Fatty Or Matte
Animals are bored. Enormous dogs outside their kennels guarding building rubble and ruins of Prussian castles. The hippo is guarding its filthy tiles, the bears' rock
Forest frothing up. Again and again forest frothing up, dissipating. Sitting on park benches, bathing in pale ideas of evening. Concentrating on contemplating clouds, the layers of beauty
That park enclosed in resin. Soap bubbles and sludge in the lungs. Sepia air around enclosures, memory, moon bear, dancing bear.
Children sloshing, tea in cups, in their parents' hands. Underhandedly the love of the fatherland grows cold, exercises the art of guardianship, power over words, conversations with the dead. Prescribes
The simple branch and its adjectives: swaying, gently-moving, densely-leafed, long-stretched-out. Beneath the branch couples walking and reading poems
Pop-up park: there were discounts on flowers, planted with metal combines, planted with a Lenin of petunias, with a Stalin of pansies,
Swampland estates. Someone is hanging felt insoles on the line in his glazed balcony. Wool drips. Washing is fading in the wind. Someone snaps off a lilac-coloured lilac in the city park and carries it to the bus. A utopian game.
JÜLICH - Grevenbroich - Erkelenz
a triangle of energy, colourless and flat when seen from the air, spread out across the ground. contrasting with it alarmingly blue attributes of labour, the open air sky, the overalls, the lakes to come (the biggest in Europe).
Mean Work Peformed Like A Dive
look at this attached place. what do you make of it? negation of landscape. plants that have no business existing. a cable-like plant connecting us to the green lung:
as I eased into sleep amid its white rushing thrill, I was still bright inside, a refrigerator open a sliver, a mechanically humming swan boat. it was floating with the deceptive stuff
baroque this desire to overflow, twitching eyelids, twitching legs, thickly sugar-encrusted sleep, sweet burden
you have counted the metallic age-rings on the fruit conserves, every top-side rotating stasis like flickering ventilators -
you have counted the metallic
age-rings on the fruit conserves,
every top-side rotating stasis
like flickering ventilators -
this place seems more secret now, since
you've been here, as though calm had finally
settled in, tempest (all rooms
submerged into light, everything