Ulf Stolterfoht was born on 8 June 1963 in Stuttgart.
He has studied German literature and philology in Tübingen and Bochum.
Even before the publication of his debut volume in 1998, his poems already appeared in various journals and anthologies.
From 2008 to 2009 he was professor at the German Literature Institute in Leipzig.
Stolterfoht lives in Berlin.
berlin: hotbed of the best. a healthy word (like bran)
back to basics for the true believers. strip the language
to its roots. good. friday: working on vocabulary.
enter the body of language with a heartbeat.
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after years of strictest convention something was
stirring in the previous poem something like a little
breeze just a tiny zephyr however. meanwhile others
know more. it is rumoured that the visceral (traditional
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did sense (true to statute: save experience)
risk its neck for the disproportion touched by
the guild, spoke of the axe in the cordmaker's
house: ‘swung back - now hack!' Too late:
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trepanned, the wound man stood attention. armed
with calls to join the knowledge service. that's
how boredom gets routine: studying man's digestion
through the hole in saint martin's stomach.
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hammer of the idols, or: how to speak with the llama.
quite simply - but those with a past who read it shall
die. ‘this machine kills fascists'. Reform poetry.
but what to do with the kaiser, in contrast
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