Poe-try E-Book

Theresa Gößmann

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 22

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Poe- try is a selection of poems by artist Theresa Gößmann. Written on the phone on the London tube, or in bed when, instead of sleep, thoughts grow in complete darkness; scribbled in notebooks throughout the day, these poems reflect on life in the metropolitan maze that we navigate but also speak of those glitches of magic and heartthrob that slip in between. / Poe - try ist eine eine Sammlung von Gedichten der Künstlerin Theresa Gößmann. Entstanden sind die Zeilen über mehrere Jahre aus gesammelten iPhone-Notizen und in Notizbücher gekritzelten Gedanken. Geschrieben in der U-Bahn, abends in schlafloser Dunkelheit oder unterwegs in der lauten Metropole London, spiegeln sie das Leben in der Komplexität des großstädtischen Labyrinths, in dem wir unsere Kreise ziehen. Sie sprechen von dem Suchen und Finden in diesem Chaos, von Angst, Einsamkeit, Liebe, Neuanfang, Magie, von Vater-Tochterbeziehungen, vom Meer, Tanz, Fernweh und Weltschmerz, von Augenblicken, die versuchen, zu bleiben und von dem Versuch, Augenblicke zu verwahren.

Leseprobe

An attempt,

to encourange more attempts.

I

am

not

a

writer

but I

write

I am not a

painter

but I paint

I am not an artist

but I make

I am not a singer

but I sing

I am not a runner

but I run

I am not a dancer

but I dance

I am not a dreamer

but I dream

I am no one’s lover

but I love

I am not a poet

but I try

Stolen flickers

grabbed from rags of memories

from lines in air

the softest quivers

and brightest lights

A flicker

running across the floor

I catch it

take it

steal it

But I don’t steal the flicker

the flicker is stealing me

A flicker can linger

can haunt you

can be sticky and fleeting

can be

without outline

just rendering

a drawing that never touched the paper

a sculpture made with no one’s hand

It stings

it sticks

it mourns

and longs

and sings

of sailing ships

long gone

It’s worlds crashing together on a moving train

it’s worlds meshing together on a repetitive ride

it’s waves drinking each other in repetitive tides

It’s flashing lights

and running thoughts

in complete darkness

everyday

Time is ticking

time is tocking

time is clicking

time is clocking

time is running

time is rinsing

washing

wishing

The waves

return

endlessly

ruthlessly

yet never once the same

One

beading onto the next

One step further forward

fast-forward to yesterday

My thoughts are running lapse

synchronized

with the rattling of the washing machine

Today I was walking

scared of my own shadow

Remember when we used to forget so easily?

I’m a forager

collecting

flickers in abundance

moments of importance

to only me

counting my belongings

that tiny flower I stole today

brought home a blurry snapshot

flashing muscles

no one sees me building castles

drawing maps

took my pen and drew you closer

drew myself a little world

I see flowers bending downward

something like a landscape

unfolding by my sides

I see sunlight splitting atoms

and the horsetail flapping slowly

not a cloud that draws my shadow

not a drop of summer rain

all that’s brushing by my limbs

is air of densest heat

sticky moments clinging softly

marking muscles on my arms

So fragile

mute

so pale and tired

these colours

pixelated

vague

unwilling to commit

to higher resolutions

and sharp definitions

flattened

ephemeral

yet substantial

and universal

resilient

recurring

returning

everyday

like breath

Digital flashing

all of the likes

Feeling

Failure

Fear

Void

Vent

Want

Why

Will

*do not expect any thing

*to make any

sense

*in any sense

*in any way

I don’t believe in God.

I believe in myself.

Who knows?

who cares?

You know

you care

Those who know,

care

Always,

seek to know

Look the other way and see yourself

Go home

go where