"among foreign voices from the centre. exciter of poetry. you to whom i bear my woes. / have mercy on this unlyrical world. grant me the founder’s power. let me wish excessively only for nearness. take this pain from the back of my head. let firmaments fall onto the back of neck, stars circle in my breast." what i find fascinating about hintze is the fury and passion with which he begins quite anew. here is a writer who throws caution to the wind, for weal or woe "in my soul the world does not come to an end." here is one who uses "forbidden" expressions, words which "no longer walk", as if he could teach them how to walk again.
"among foreign voices from the centre. exciter of poetry. you to whom i bear my woes. / have mercy on this unlyrical world. grant me the founder’s power. let me wish excessively only for nearness. take this pain from the back of my head. let firmaments fall onto the back of neck, stars circle in my breast." what i find fascinating about hintze is the fury and passion with which he begins quite anew. here is a writer who throws caution to the wind, for weal or woe "in my soul the world does not come to an end." here is one who uses "forbidden" expressions, words which "no longer walk", as if he could teach them how to walk again.
die zeit, germany, 4.12.1987