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Let´s Heat our Minds with Open Books Selections from the Daniil Pashkoff Prize 2012 Excerpt: FUEL Maya Rinderer · Dornbirn, Vorarlberg / Austria Let’s heat our flats with burning books Let’s eat them up before they die I’m hungry and I’m cold tonight I’m lonely lying in my bed I need the fire to bring light I need the world to fall apart So I can see what lies beyond What dies in order to keep me warm What eats both me and boxboard walls Let’s heat our minds with open books With printed words that saturate I’m freezing but it’s never late To burn the food and starve instead --> read book review from Ulrike Sarkany, NDR Kultur, Literaturredaktion available (portofrei) from Buchhandlung Graff, Sack 15, 38100 Braunschweig, --> www.graff.de |
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| Writers Ink. e.V., Braunschweig ISBN 978-3-9813742-1-6 144 Pages, 9,80 EUR |
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Breaking the Silence Selected Writings by Members of Writers Ink. e.V. 2012 Excerpt: POST-EPISTOLARY POEM Daniil Pashkoff It's alright to be here, To distinguish between three years; A brilliant, an atrocious & the next one, To think that they are different – Everything's alright. To make Jesus Christ a Superstar, To paint a red door black, To call a little girl strange & inexperienced – It's alright. The thrown stones are falling up, The planted trees are growing down, We put wheat into the water And forgot the reasons for doing that – Everything's alright. Coming up from behind the corner To split in the face upon your head, To throw some sheet through the chink in your door, To switch on the light over your table, To squeeze somthing in through your teeth ... This verse was blank & white, A verse that doesen't bite, Atruth that stops the fight, The sun that kills the night To make all nice & bright ... Let's curtain off the light, Since everything's alright! |
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| Writers Ink. e.V., Braunschweig Books on Demand 40 Pages, 5,00 EUR |
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Selected Texts from the Daniil Pashkoff Prize 2010 Excerpt: HOMECOMING Stella Rieck · Berlin Holy procession the symphony of morning dust beams wakens the old assembly, caresses the fuzzy outlines of the beloved moth-eaten furniture. Yet your brutal key in the door leaves the lock wailing, while the stairs hiss hateful tunes of your stomping footsteps. Dirty dish ranges scream at your blank face, scream with the debris of thoughtlessness. Neglect on neglect builds grimy rinds on their surface, like tree rings they carry the signs of your aging. Even the hopelessly decomposing armchair turns adamantine and cold as stone as it sighs under your massive behind. There will be no refuge here, you intruder you. Ignoramus trying to reclaim what has outgrown your dominion in the hours of waiting. I wonder, if you don’t live here anymore, who does? |
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Writers Ink. e.V., Braunschweig ISBN 978-3-9813742-0-9 124 Pages, 5,00 EUR |
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In the silence a whisper Selections from the Daniil Pashkoff Prize 2006 / 2008 Excerpt: A WINTER MEMORY Angela Beyer · Braunschweig out into the snow where whirling flakes soften the world shut out everything everybody leave me alone in a world of my own in the silence a whisper follow me into the woods to a dancing child black and white the forest embraces me blue and cold I'm caressed by its shadows winter coats red yellow disappear between the trees in the silence children's laughing echoes swell up around me follow me lead me linger over the frozen surface we're dancing on a humming pond murmurs faces whirling dancers melting |
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Writers Ink. e.V., Braunschweig ISBN 978-3-00-024680-7 126 Pages, 5,00 EUR |
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Feel the Words Burning on Your Tongue Selections from the Daniil Pashkoff Prize 2003 / 2004 / 2005 Excerpt: THE SIMPLE PAST Jelena Radovanovic-Kuckler · Braunschweig, Cacak, Serbia Because i came in that silent night Like a haughty sharp spear Because i attracted insects with a smile And because my eloquence silenced the crowd And if i turned my back on you like on a petty slave And if i ignored the history of insults And acted amnesia perfectly And if iate the heads of all the base pawns It does not mean that within I did not curl up small Like a captive turtle |
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Writers Ink. e.V., Braunschweig ISBN-10: 3-00-018975-0 ISBN 13: 978-3-00-018975-3 102 Pages, 5,00 EUR |
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Life is but a Verse well-rhymed and bold Selections from the Daniil Pashkoff Prize 2001 / 2002 Excerpt: LOVE LETTERS PER INTERNET by Eva Linde Once, when my little brother’s toy plane was sinking He gave this advice to his passengers: “We have to lose weight, please Throw all of your dreams overboard!” I still believe he can make it. “I wonder why nobody ever gave a Nobel prize To the guy who invented dreams.” Teachers said that was an amazing Grammatical expression for such a little boy. I sing my kitty a birthday song and Pray to God not to let the World Make a Realist out of him. |
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Writers Ink. e.V., Braunschweig ISBN 3-00-010087-3 102 Pages, 5,00 EUR |
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Zwischen Stacheldraht und Horizont Deutsche und Englische Gedichte 1980-2007 by Stephanie Lammers a member of Writers Ink. Reiseimpression. Portrait. Tagebuch. Selbst- therapie. Schnappschuss. Stimmungsbild. Wortspiel. Protest. Ein Gedicht kann all das sein und noch viel mehr. Der vorliegende Gedichtsband enthält Gedichte in zwei Sprachen, aus drei Jahrzehnten, über vier Kontinenten... Warum ich die englischen Gedichte nicht einfach ins Deutsche übersetzt habe? ”Poetry is what gets lost in translation.” Robert Frost |
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Books on Demand ISBN 978-3-8370-7048-4 84 Pages, 9,90 EUR |
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