berlin 2008
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BERLIN 2008. A Song of Steps Orphaned. No ascents, no descents, No entry, no exit, No up and no down Down here. Just eight by twenty blocks Bis hundert und zechtsig The area of a dead Jew Netto. In between the dead, Eight by eight blocks, Just sixty four The area of ghostly Jews - PowerPoint PPT PresentationTRANSCRIPT
BERLIN 2008
A Song of StepsOrphaned.
No ascents, no descents,
No entry, no exit,No up and no down
Down here
Just eight by twenty blocks
Bis hundert und zechtsig
The area of a dead JewNetto.
In between the dead, Eight by eight blocks,
Just sixty fourThe area of ghostly
JewsFrom head to toe;
But from side to sideEight by twenty as well
Netto.
Ghosts broad and narrow,Ghosts casting shadows or casting
none,Ghosts standing still or walking,
Ghosts playing peek-a-booCatching, being caught,
But never grasped.
The frozen concrete
Will not be warmedBy tears of sorrow,
By longing memories,
By life going on.The bottom of Hell
is frozen,It can only turn
upside-downWith sudden
incomprehensibility
Or not at all.
Each block hereA man
A familyA building or
cityA land
A universe.
The deeper I goDown
The Higher the graves rise
Up.At any corner
MeetingOr Not.
Disrupted space.Detached humans.
Amazing maze.“Where are you?”
Emergency exits abound
Among the dead.When aliveThey found
None.
Dead greySharp,
smooth,Hollow, empty,
Endlessly bringing you
Nowhere.
Hell
“GO TO HELL”Loudly printed yellow
Over burning redYoung man’s T-shirt
Spikes of hairPiercing the heavens.
“Hell is here”Said I.
Spikes remained sharpYellow and red screaming,My words brought no echo;
In HellNo response,
Nothing.
On the way downThrough these
gravesYou loseDirection
Connection Elevation
And Hope…
Kids jump aroundOn the way above
From block to blockWith direction,
connection, elevation.
Perhaps such is the way
Of Hope.
What Law And Order!
If you jump around over the dead
A guardResponsible for
the Law and OrderOf gravesOf death
Will extinguish this bouncing life
To let rest in peaceThese deadWho were murdered
By Law and Order.
The Rules In Hell:
No rollerskating.
There is no avoidingSome crash
Holocaust tours flourishing,
Crowds flow from PullmansTo shoot quick shots,To read for a moment,To return to gay Berlin,
All distress left Here.
Once it sufficed to slaughter usIn German;
Now the deed is repeatedIn every possible tongue
So long as regret is expressedAnd photographed.
A hesitant sun-Grey clouds heavy as graves
Hold back unrestrained radiance
Over Berlin.
Vilde Chayes!He wrote at the edge of
despairAnd past that edge.The scrap of paper
backlitCurses Berlin now
From the depths of the dark
And deeply silent chamber.
Leave the chamber.Listen to the scream.
Night Horror
At night I walked to the Brandenburg Gate
And returned by the same way
Unter der Linden.I considered passing
through the gateTo return by way of Horror’s monument
But I was afraid-I imagined
Demons lurking thereTaking drugs
To erase yesterday,
Homeless men needingTo erase tomorrow,Hopeless muggersErasing themselves,Or any old NaziDying to erase me.Night brought out my demons,Placed them in the hollowsOf the Monument for the FallenTo protect the FallenFrom me.
Neither Checkpoint nor Charlie
Passing by time and againI fail to be moved
By the missing Checkpoint.In the Charlie-HouseGripping testimony
Of Escaping and Helping,Arresting, Shooting,
A people dividedBy two other peoples.
But this is all missingHere on Friederichstrasse.
Past has disappeared into present dayOne city, one people,
Living the day, the present –A checkpoint excluding the past.
Charlie has gone away,Charlie has had his day.
Private First Class Harper
And Tavarisch Vladimir (to lend name)
Once stood here face to face
And nearly destroyed the world.As children
We ducked under desksTo save ourselves from
the disasterRipe to be Wrought
By Harper et Vladimir.Now my own children
Are no longer children,Harper and Vladimir
Are glued back to backNo longer dangerous
At least Not
Here.
Berlin has a place for everything-The wrong place.
I pull the door to open it,Here you push it away.
I look for the meter on the taxi’s dashboard-It looks down on me form his rearview mirror.
I even smiled to “Catch them”With my pants down,Missing a spare roll-
But there it was, high up,Beyond reach as I sit;
Here you think Before you sit.
How to forgive BerlinHer fundamental
grace?
Her people generous with smile and moment
To point out the way backFrom my many errors of foot,
And to offer apologyFor their rare errors of
wheel?
Her gates giving wide passage,
Her universities creating mind’s lebensraum?
Her beer so clear and quenching?
A mother-city opens her arms,
If you can just let go for a momentOf the pain-preserving past;
If you can give respite to hating back-Hatred’s monstrous daughter;
If you can deposit the Horror
For safe-keepingIn its monument-From there it can
escapeNeither youNor them.