Michael Kruger

Michael Krüger, Photo: © Meinen Fotografie, Munich

"Only the devil knows why people are afraid of poetry - but they are scared, so poems should be short and funny and rhyming, so that you can swallow them easily without ruining your stomach, but there are also lengthy bulky ones Poems that get stuck in your throat and get under your skin All the poems have something to do with the body, with a bodily feeling Once upon a time it was a god speaking through the mouth of the poet, today the poet himself speaks, sometimes But whoever talks or talks, today's poems turn to today's people, who should listen for a moment to a voice that sounds different from the text that surrounds us, if you just listen carefully, too the devil nothing more to say. "

Poem by Michael Krüger

The bed for Ariane When you left, I pulled off your bed. The mattress looked like a demolished convict. If I now extinguish the light, I'm not sure which side I'm on. With one leg in prison, with the other in freedom, sleep is out of the question.

Off: At night, under trees. Residence-Verlag, 1996

Books by Michael Krüger (selection)

Letter home. Poems. Residence Verlag, 1993 / CW Niemeyer Verlag, 1995 Himmelfarb. Novel. Residenz Verlag, 1993 At Night, Under Trees. Poems. Residence publishing house, 1996 weather forecast. Poems. Residenz Verlag, 1998 The cello player. Novel. Suhrkamp, 2000 Who Catches the Moonlight. Poems with pictures by Quint Buchholz. Sanssouci Verlag 2001 Archive of the doubt. Poems from three decades. Published and with an afterword by Kurt Drawert. Suhrkamp Taschenbuch Verlag, 2001 The wrong house. A novella. Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002