Showing posts with label Rolf Dieter Brinkmann. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rolf Dieter Brinkmann. Show all posts

Friday, April 13, 2012

NEW BOOK! ~










NOT HERE


It was
a room which
she slowly
filled


or it was
a movement that
she
made


or
just that she was there
and
stayed.


Considering
the time of day
the opportunity
was to


his advantage. The
time she
stayed
and still more. The


movement, the
confusion.
How together they saw
through the confusion.


They almost
could have said
we're
happy.




Rolf Dieter Brinkmann
trans. Mark Terrill














Thursday, April 8, 2010




ROLF DIETER BRINKMANN



Under Glass

Translated by Mark Terrill




We are showing half the booklet for your reading enjoyment.


If you would like to purchase the booklet, please link here



(b. 1940 Vechta, Germany / d. 1975, London)


from Under Glass

please click onto poems to enlarge








Even though he has been gone for 25 years, we believe Rolf Dieter Brinkmann is one of the forefront poets in Europe. Someone or other likes to compound his influences from Gottfried Benn to Ted Berrigan — a saucy range — but he may be all by himself. No need for the comparisons. For years Mark Terrill has been working with dedication and care on his Brinkmann translations. We first published a handful when editing together the Origin sixth series, and Mark continues to turn up each year with another riotous bunch. Three-cheers to those who keep good things ongoing.





Mark Terrill






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