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A robot jogging, a politician traveling abroad, a woman in the mirror of her social media account: In his poems, Andreas Korte addresses a contemporary reality that has become almost omni-present in recent years. It is a world in which the private becomes political, the boundaries between virtuality and reality become blurred, and technology can reveal both its utopian potential or its dark side at any moment. This volume brings together various series of poems from the last two years that examine the linguistic and visual phenomena from which we naturally construct our concept of the world. Scenes from film, the Internet and computer games make their appearance, as well as works of art from past centuries, travel memories, and political snapshots.
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A robot jogging, a politician traveling abroad, a woman in the mirror of her social media account: In his poems, Andreas Korte addresses a contemporary reality that has become almost omnipresent in recent years. It is a world in which the private becomes political, the boundaries between virtuality and reality become blurred, and technology can reveal both its utopian potential or its dark side at any moment.
This volume brings together various series of poems from the last two years that examine the linguistic and visual phenomena from which we naturally construct our concept of the world. Scenes from film, the Internet and computer games make their appearance, as well as works of art from past centuries, travel memories, and political snapshots.
Using an extremely direct and unadorned language, Andreas Korte takes a look at our time in a way that is as surgical as it is poetic.
I
Startup
To Peter Higgs
A Building the Size of a City
Dickinsonia
To Joseph Brodsky
Triangles and Rhombuses
The Barcelona Pavillon
#NoFilter
Heroes' Square
II
Atlas Running
Mountain Tour
Romeo of Rimini
Chopin
Red Roses
Shrubs
Day of Glass
Science Fiction
The End of the 20th Century
III
Autumn in Berlin
Winter Approaching
The Reputation of the Artist
To Gilles Deleuze
Death on Honeymoon
To Steph
The Return
Petri Dish
To Boris Vian
Long Loop
IV
A Small German Town
Berlin 1
Berlin 2
Berlin 3
Berlin 4
Spray
Ischtar
First Dream
Everything is OK in USA
To Rex Tillerson
V
Swaying
Cosmic Answers
Silver
To Rudi Dutschke
Call of Gravity
A Boy
Hello Sophia
My Autonomous Car
Four Men of Today
Einstein
The Sky Disc
In the Yellow Light of a Club
Dangerous Woman
Butterfly
10 Rules for Authors
VI
The Mountain Hut (to George Michael 1)
Grove Tower (to George Michael 2)
VII
Guang Dong
One Day in September
Facades
Second Dream
Josephine
Sad Young Man on a Train
The Flynn Effect
Somewhere in Germany
The Churches of Kreuzberg
Luxury, Silence, Lust
Anti-Andreas
Hanna and the Simulated Men
Bielefeld
Just Another Day in January
To Peter
To Christa
IX
Draft for a Series
The Last Days of Mankind
Hero of the Story
Assassins of Athens
Draw
Attempt to Write a German Schlager
At Night in Berlin
Porto
Darknet
The Apple
Third Dream
Florence
Opportunity
Autocorrect Until the End of Time
Dark Matter
Couple
Yellow Fever
Twilight
The Violinist
Bauhaus Dessau
I Am Not a Robot
For a long time he wanted
to launch a start-up,
just like people in Berlin
or San Francisco.
On various Internet forums
he carefully informed himself
about capital requirements
and business plans.
The civil war forced him to flee
and he lived for a while
with relatives in Ghana,
but his idea stuck with him.
Three years later he returned
to Mogadishu,
with some savings
and the will to make it.
It became very hot
quite early that day,
and like every morning he
opened the door to his shop.
SUPERSYMMETRY: the jacket carefully folded,
placed over a chair, designed by Marcel Breuer,
tubular steel combined with leather,
modern, comfortable and transparent.
SUSY MODEL: the left pocket of his deep blue shirt
was very practical. He always used it for
a pencil and a black ballpoint pen.
The books on the shelf next to his desk
also had deep blue covers.
SUPERSPIN: he had read his emails at home in the
morning, even though he typically refused to do so.
For breakfast a slice of bread with honey
and a cup of coffee without sugar.
SUPERPARTNER: his own theory
often seemed unlikely to him,
but it was useful as a hypothesis
and carried him through the days.
STANDARD MODEL: the view of the streets of Edinburgh,
business as usual. Cars driving to and from the city center
towards the periphery.
A pedestrian on his way.
I was waiting at
a traffic light.
Endless red.
Neither a pedestrian
nor a car to see.
I sat in an Italian
restaurant and waited.
No waiter,
no olive oil,
no coffee.
I walked through a building
the size of a city,
between countless concrete pillars
of hexagonal layout.
For a long time now,
no production of ammunition.
She had swum
quite far, unusually far,
even by her standards.
Floating between countless
layers of water,
feeling the moment of
transition from warmer
to colder regions.
The gentle wave-like movements
of her transparent body,
which she had perfected over the years,
felt a little less easy today.
She dived deep down,
nestled against a stone,
to rest for a while and
to enjoy the darkness.
Hard to say how much
time had passed,
but she knew she never wanted
to leave this place again.
Reddish shimmers
of afternoon light
in a bathtub.
A foil has been attached
to the window,
completely reinterpreting the sun.
A few black and white photos
swim just below the
water’s surface.
The wooden floor tells stories
as you walk over it.
The walls are covered with stucco elements
that herald the victory of socialism.
But more than anything the space
proudly presents 32 types of mold,
each more gorgeous than the last,
living together in perfect harmony,
joyfully welcoming the breath and sweat
of new visitors.
First order geometries
for a new kind of people,
the people of the future.
Crossing diagonals connect to
triangles and rhombuses
of different shades.
Where they meet walls
they morph into stucco and wallpaper,
the craze at the time.
The combination of Rococo and
Modernism culminates in
a white armchair for statesmen.
The ladies have their own chamber,
full of portraits, and
a bathroom in purple.
Che Guevara parading outside,
giving friendly greeting,
waving his right hand.
Seven fragments of an orange