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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
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Twenty-five: Poetry 3.0

Twenty-five: Poetry 3.0

Moitzi, Dieter

Paperback

General Poetry

ISBN10: 1500262234
ISBN13: 9781500262235
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Sep 24 2014
Pages: 78
Weight: 0.26
Height: 0.16 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
My poetry often starts with a word, a sentence, a sensation I stumble upon in my everyday life. For instance, I'm listening to Laurie Anderson singing Oh superman / oh judge / oh mom and dad..., thinking of a conversation I've had the day before about the difficult relationship someone I know has with his or her parents. You raised us as / pale ghosts of your / measly dreams..., I'm thinking. Asking myself if it's not vital for all of us to kill our parents, in a symbolic, psychological, almost Freudian sense, if we want to be able to find happiness. And writing Oh Mom and Dad. Or I'm walking down the street, and pictures, stories, emotions come to mind. Maybe the wind, / the cold November wind / painting the sky a dark / and rain-streaked grey, / sweeps glossy pavements dirty.... Or a streetsweeper hoses down / the pavement in front / of the construction site / where cranes, still silent, / stretch skywards, / whispering to each other / in their lost language. It's often songs, song-titles, music that trigger off the unexplainable machinery that will lead to a poem. I've mentionned above how a Laurie Anderson-tune influenced one of my poems. Brendan Perry sings Utopia, and I'm creating Utopium. Goldfrapp sings Annabel, and a whole life-story comes to mind, asking to be expressed in a poem. The Austrian singer / drag queen Conchita Wurst wins the Eurovision Song Contest, some narrow-sphinctered East European politicians call Europe decadent, and Western decadence, expunged appears in my head. I could quote many more examples (Improvised, The city never sleeps). Another possibility: memories. God, yes, Memory Lane-what a rich source for poems! Picture of the past, Feels like home, Heathen summer, Vandal are but a few examples of how a memory, the momentaneous glimpse of the past have led to a poem. My third poetry collection twenty-five includes all the above-mentionned titles plus 14 black-and-white photos of my personal collection. It is also available for Kindle.

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