Silke Scheuermann was born on 15 June 1973 in Karlsruhe. After studying literature and theatre in Frankfurt, she continued to work there as a lecturer.
She has published both poetry and prose in various journals and anthologies, amongst others in ‚neue deutsche literatur’, ‚Beste Erzähler 2001’, edited by Verena Auffermann (DVA), and ‚Lagebesprechung’, edited by Kurt Drawert.
At the Literarischer März 2001 in Darmstadt she received, together with Sabine Scho, the Leonce-und-Lena-Preis ‚in recognition of the originality of her tone, a musical idiom of ironic melancholy that is well formed and yet knows how to embrace things almost nonchalantly.’ In their citation the jury goes on to say: ‚Here a poet, still young, promises to tell with great lightness of the fragility of all remembrance and love, to give them space and to let them become poetry.’
The expectation of tearing open the earth
when putting down a pen you say
resembles the expectation of the first men
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Your gaze away from body to horizon
distances yourself from me and the things
the blood corpuscles the gestures
and finally the shining trio eye tooth lip
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The master builder must not die
the peasants thought when the castle was built
as their upper arms grew into tree-trunks
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While the water ebbs away and jellyfish are stranded
unaffected by the salt
by oxidation and the sun
you envy the children who push their heels
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Which swords lie freely on the fields
when we go for a walk? I am sure
hand in hand everything's possible whee! little angel fly
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