Augusta Laar
(Germany)
AFTER WORK PARTY
swooshed through
in meadow spume before
the green amnesia in
waiting position the large
locust clinking
sprouting new shoots:
come let me eat you
simply die the passive
way—I like that
I am brand spanking new
in slinky pose I watch the
way I’m nibbled off
my bellybutton will be left
floating thick as a finger
above the earth for a
first time all free without
breast without head
an elegiac punk
(rainbow demon) with a
golden tip snapping
flickering (pss-ss-sst)
©Translated by Ingrid Fichtner
ACOUSTICAL FALLING STAR
supernal the song floating down
from the clouds: over the roofs
they say in the wind syncopes
sometimes dance till they vanish
tiredly the pop star waves bored
half-naked in his wheelchair he
smokes and gets drunk and turns
off the sound the song has landed
snow stars in the school yard the
syncopes are blown away and vanish
on our tongue a film glittering
a potential hit you say so jazzy
so so
©Translated by Ingrid Fichtner
MADONNA
once said she’s a man in a woman’s body since then
some of her kind have been seen in bars in schools in
the streets buzzing like large insects and proving that
Madonna can do miracles. she’s real they whisper the real
Madonna in heaven and she says we can make everything
ourselves the music the world the cherubs yes she said that …
we liked her even better then ’cause she was Italian and
blond like Blondie and she did such naughty things she
wallowed on her mom’s grave and was a virgin despite all
today she’s still looking great she has two kids they
turned out well they say and perfectly dressed they appear in
magazines Madonna did everything right in music women’s
matters & her success but something is wrong with her now
she’s tired like sick of life why don’t you die she says but die
another day ’cause today I want to be tired nothing but tired
©Translated by Ingrid Fichtner
CAFÉ PRÜCKEL VIENNA
in the elegant cockpit studded
with green guises me trying this
or that I’m half poisoned from it
five hundred love letters
hanging from the ceiling Bob Dylan
on the glass door in black and white
the wildly blurred couples’ hair the
colour of coke my small coffee
tastes bitter but the feel outside
a hertz-braying sweetness the
wind swaying magnolia blossoms
through the city the tramway a
clattering ufo before its kick-start
we air passengers line up in the
green net of geometry & tick & tick
toward the point where time stands still
©Translated by Ingrid Fichtner
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BIO
Augusta Laar
Artist, Poet, Musician
* 1955, lives in Munich and Vienna. Studied music in Munich (LMU, Richard-Strauss-Konservatorium)
Electro-acoustic poetry duo Kunst oder Unfall, with Kalle Aldis Laar. International exhibitions and projects.
Derector of the reading series Schamrock- Salon der Dichterinnen since 2009 in Munich and of the first women poetry festival worldwide Schamrock-Festival der Dichterinnen since 2012 in Munich and Vienna.
Selected publications:
summt dem fall, poetry book, Edition Art Science, A- St. Wolfgang 2016
als ich Fisch war, ja als ich Fisch war, poetry book, Allitera Munich 2014
hingerissen in eurer Mitte, (ed.), anthology, 1. Schamrock-Festival 2012, Allitera Munich 2013
99 love poems, poetry book, Gedok Munich 2012
weniger stimmen, poetry book, edition selene, A-Vienna 2004
Numerous publications in literary papers and anthologies, radio shows
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