Jargons IV (9) Poem by Ulf Stolterfoht

your most obedient is doing duty to consider
your art-tissue as non-bombast to presume
to prove to make it known a paragon: make
sure there a new hangars-on. these lines just run
around. how easily you turn your talent to
account seems crystal clearly characteristic of

your clout. the too bright light remains in doubt.
although a place of breeding with downright
deadbeat quality. as if it were a part of
further if at all possible attempts as usual
to help yourself. so that you finally put on some
text. but then, say, jena. thuringian con-

ditions. the back-in-anger look is lacking.
there really have been goings-on: those
slippery dogs this walk on water and
alas rearmament. spoken through gaps.
never more broken. flexed pallaksch-
athena-fragments of the lords of indisputable.

life maintained in language heft. whose 'in
herent' nevertheless afflicted with. the pus
'inherent' in these easter bells — look!
look how the dear old willows sway.
i would like best to go to (grow) pot. how easily
language comes off the bone — just have a look.

Translated by Rosmarie Waldrop