Tired hands

Easter: thirst for action

the tendency to exhaustion

make it easy

carrying, always suffering: the hands

Distraction of the soul

Fix stretcher instead of curing failures

with the help of –

the Sexiness of the wall drill

the wall, the ladder, bodies

strong hands

the bed, can’t stand

carrying, always suffering: the hands

the next morning severe lightness of the heart

rather do everything myself – the other reflex

carrying, always suffering: the hands

richer in experience, with sores

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April 2018

Müde Hände.

This poem is the slightly edited English version of the German poem I posted yesterday. I tried google translate just for fun and can seriously recommend it for creating abstract/absurdist/dadaist or whatever poetry! Wow, I like it! English is simply genius. I almost went back to the German version to change it to less explicit – but then didn’t. The sound of the German version, the endless Substantivierung, is more suitable to what I actually wanted to express. The English one is more pleasant and at the same time more abstract, which lowers the publishing barrier for a personal piece.

Which version do you prefer?

 

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