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Ludwig Steinherr

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»A sizzling transcendental eroticism is glowing in Steinherr´s poetry that is galvanized by the tension of metaphysics and profanity, divinity and dazzling idolatry. In the end of many poems, this tension is discharged in a single punchline.« Walter Fabian Schmid, poetenladen

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LYRIKEDITION 2000

founded by Heinz Ludwig Arnold†

published by Florian Voß

Allitera Verlag

LUDWIG STEINHERR was born in Munich (Germany) in 1962. He studied philosophy and earned a PhD after submitting a dissertation on Hegel and Quine. He lives in Munich. For the twelve books of poetry that have been published so far, he has received various awards, such as the prestigious Leonce-und-Lena-Förderpreis, the Book Award of the Evangelical Churches in Germany, and the Hermann-Hesse-Förderpreis. Since 2003, Steinherr is a member of the Bavarian Academy of Fine Arts. His work has been translated into multiple languages. He has been invited to various internationally acclaimed literary festivals, such as the Journées Littéraires de Mondorf (Luxembourg), GermanArabian Poetry Salon in Damascus (Syria), as well as the European Literature Night in London, StAnza Scotland’s International Poetry Festival, and the Birmingham Literature Festival. In 2012, he was lecturer at the University of Notre Dame (USA) in the Advanced Lecture Series.

Recent publications include »Das Mädchen Der Maler Ich. Collected Poems« (2012), »Ganz Ohr« (Lyrikedition 2000, 2012) and »Flüstergalerie« (2013). Along with »All Ears«, »Before the Invention of Paradise« (Arc Publications, 2010) is also available in English translation.

PAUL-HENRI CAMPBELL was born in Boston (MA) in 1982. He is a bilingual poet and translator and lives in Cologne, Germany. Campbell is the co-editor of the annual anthology »DAS GEDICHT chapbook. German Poetry Now.« Recent publications include: »Space Race. Poems|Gedichte« (2012) as well as »Am Ende der Zeilen | At the End of Days« (2013).

Ludwig Steinherr

All Ears

Poetry

Translated and supplemented with an essay by Paul-Henri Campbell

LYRIK EDITION 2000

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November Allitera Verlag A publisher in the Buch&media GmbH, Munich (Germany) © 2013 Buch&media GmbH, Munich (Germany) Layout: Carolin Pollak, Munich Copyediting: Sarah Cossaboon isbn 978-3-86906-608-0

CONTENTS

THESECRET DOMINION

The Secret Dominion
The Garden in the Night – when Nobody is Watching
While Brewing Strong Coffee

IN THE DARKNESS YOUR THIRD SHOULDER BLADE

Arrival, too Early
In the Museum and Afterwards in the Rain
Hallowed Twilight
Side Chapel
Naked
Roman Nocturnal Stroll
Looking at your Photo on the Plane
Forensics

THE MUSEUM OF BEAUTIFUL IDEAS

Shop Window with Antiquated Leica Cameras
The Museum of Beautiful Ideas
Blizzard in the Night
Black Painter
White Painter
In the Bamberg Cathedral
Giorgio de Chirico
The Sensuous the Utmost Abstractness
The Sculptor Says

THE GHOST TRAIN WITH LIVING GHOSTS

The Sudden Jolt of Autumn
Localization
Finale
Library in Evening Light 1
Armageddon
Cassiopeia Rests her Finger on her Lips
The Ghost Train with Living Ghosts
Gunfight at the OK Corral
Library in Evening Light 2
Dark Autumn Afternoon –
Maybe Gold
Rain in the Night
A Melody in Every Entity
Night in November
Untouchable

ORANGES MOVING IN

Oranges Moving In

SNOWY SPIRAL STAIRCASE

Afternoon Show
House of the Spirit
Chapeau Claque
Apparition
Moon, the Dark Side
The Black Pencil
Hermetica
The Great Mystery

ALL EARS

All Ears
Voice
Skyline with Lightning, 5 a. m.
Ὁ υἱὸς τοὺ ἀνθρώπου
Beach Stroll·
Biblical August Night
Gründerzeit Building
Nero’s Serenade
Night

FORTUNE COOKIES & FIRECRACKERS

Fortune Cookies & Firecrackers

THE SECRET DOMINION

GEHEIME WELT

THE SECRET DOMINION

Turn off the light and cloaked in darkness a mad party begins –

Wonder what they’re up to in the dark sofa coffee table pictures shelves every which way –

mystic drinking sprees metaphysical orgies of which you haven’t got the faintest idea –

Only if you drowsily stagger into the living room touching the light switch –

The startled look of the floor lamp as though it just had been traversing sun moon and stars making out with an archangel

GARDENINTHE NIGHT WHEN NOBODYIS WATCHING

The hour at which every bush begins to be fragrant with the odor of a lady’s shawl left behind on the terrace

The hour at which the ants are searching for a signal from the star that radio controls them

The hour at which the heartbeat in the trees pauses ----- until some cat’s sudden shriek reanimates it

The hour at which Love’s spell showers down from every bough and twig and drives them crazy only them: the grass and the bugs

The hour at which the first newspapers are delivered still damp from the black blood – and every letter an Apocalyptic Horseman

The hour at which Anubis God of the Dead forces his jackal head through the fence and wanders through his territory

WHILE BREWING STRONG COFFEE

This afternoon is a fly locked up in Caravaggio’s cranium –

I hear it buzzing a gorgeous impetuous blow-fly one only the Baroque period could birth: glistening with every shade and hue of sin

It nips at the painted wine goblet sucks on the pallid nipple of the juvenile Bacchus – in vain

It crawls over the callow skull of Abraham and is now scuttling across Judith’s décolleté as though it were following the scent of blood from one assassination scene to another –

But it is already in flight again entering deeper into the dark labyrinth of the atelier losing its bearings amongst the stretched canvases: hurried drafts glowing scenes that haven’t been created yet paintings that Caravaggio will never paint but still exist –

just like the fly that nobody sees with only its deep hum audible as it teeters on from light to darkness from darkness to light intoxicated by the bewitching scent of fresh crimson paint as though taken from the slaughterhouse

INTHE DARKNESS YOUR THIRD SHOULDER BLADE

IM DUNKELNDEIN DRITTES SCHULTERBLATT

ARRIVAL, TOO EARLY

Just a moment! says the Babylonian slave girl at the reception Your room will be ready shortly!