“How do we want evil to live? broken real and realistic.” So rang out in the feverish German Bavarian staining the battle cry of a peaceable man, an Ultra living who sought to hide his tremors and twitching, his complete Energifizierung at an insanely narrow jacket that flapped immediately obliging and the event entirely appropriate to his shoulders.
He was, with 61 who chose youngest old man in the face of a body that had been dead for professional reasons, the German Academy for Language and Literature, based in Darmstadt, today outpost State Theatre, plush seats, withering giant flower as an eye catcher.
The necessary decrepitude of academics was not an insult, as Rainald Goetz, she stressed in his Büchner Prize speech, lonely up there on the podium, flaming signs behind him on the wall, he had conjured up in the third set, stretched his arms, twisted his body for a second, curved backwards, then turned again straight forward as his flaming red tie, the public and even more so his text.
He said: “Reserve independence”, “loneliness of the artist”, but “weltwärts and talk turned downward.” , “Listen to what whispers in Scripture and silent.” “Presence of mind to the Scriptures” and “Distance to social”: Said Cited the Fehlfarben: “Of the world does not go under, that they destroyed.” The artists keep the world his face contrary, as a mirror of their own depravity. Introduced the “customary depravity of the people among themselves” into the field, “gigantic Broken awareness, bad experiences”, “rancid haughty master race”, the “whole experience filth”. The artist as a reality of refugees, as ivory towers. These fit: Goetz ‘pale face, the pale hair
Hardcore Altlinker with potted hairstyle and beard
The. however Academy is the society, the sweepings of society filth, they “vitalizes over death”, the dead plaque with the engraving petrified poets their symbol, their auto insurance. The Büchner Prize, as Goetz understands it, is the collection of the artist attempt by the company, trying to get him to re-talk, if necessary by demur. Only when the abseitige get up, just the reserve of independence, trust in the slowness of the seal, he could “contribute Relevant to talk”.
The it was all a Winzteil of Goetz’s gig headlining one afternoon, which had begun crazy and threatened to burst in the middle against brittleness. Heinrich Detering, president of the now well-known or lapsed Academy had meant having to already dissociate from the first eulogy.
The sympathetic grizzled Sponti Otto Köhler she held on Gabriele Goettle, once co-founder of anarcho-feminist “Schwarze Botin”, now suspended typist German and Kassandra of the health system. Not the thing forced him to take his distance from Kohler’s eulogy to express Detering said, but the language. The weighed at this location even worse.
And there followed no Brutalopolemik, merely the cozy singsong of a diehard Old Left, with potted hairstyle and beard. The total innocence, full of people love, quite unkaputt, the glad tidings of a better world, as Goetz she envisions in his dreams, but they round among the people who are alone, as Köhler said, holds the money never finds. Clear, Köhler called Pegida not Pegida but the “resurrected fascism in Dresden”, the Goettle’ve recognized, when Helmut Kohl was pleased there yet on the “enthusiasm for Christian Occident”.
Köhler lectured from the pharmaceutical lobby in parliament who prefer the same made the law itself. Navid Kermani peed against Paul Church podium, had asked from which the a few days ago in his Peace Prize speech to pray together. Prayers are among people with a worldview that has closed 1968 as popular as lobbyists, cabbage and Dresdner.
After the farce boredom
Oh, Henry !, thought as you. But everything is so bad and covered by the freedom of expression, but should also apply in the Hessian State Theatre. But because the officious representative of academic death came again to the front, but not stifled the face, but the tip of the Johann Heinrich Merck Prize for Literary Criticism and Essay would sponsored by a pharmaceutical company. Gabriele Goettle stayed away ill – perhaps because they distrusted the antibiotics. So it remained Köhler reserved to announce cheerfully, Goettle reject the prize money from course and donate it to a pharma critical institution.
After the farce boredom came. Two linguists, both determined very significant belobigten or received the Sigmund Freud Prize 2015. When they woke up, Jürgen Kaube said. The “FAZ” -Herausgeber did his job well, even if he was a bit out of breath. He recalled Rainald Goetz ‘known aversion to the “idiot cartels of mutual praising” in the literary world and therefore largely refrained from it. His fast-forward through leaves moderately, as Goetz would say approvingly, by Goetz-biography was instructive and entertaining. So Kaube recalled the present and authenticity fixity of unbelobigt Belobigten.
If he then still had to praise him time, he laid the praise others in his mouth: Only recently have a Bertelsmann Executive Vice President insisted Goetz “must who participated in the coffee hour in the house poppy, the precision is different not to explain in the details “.
The speech was, of course, from the published three years ago masterpiece “Johann Holtrop”, a barely concealed pastiche of life of Thomas Middelhoff, the former board, the one now mainly known from the watch-mortgaging and Through Window fleeing. For the first time in twenty years, oh what, for thirty years, since the psychiatric Story “astray” (1983) Goetz had written a real Roman, and promptly passed him the reality craze.
” When someone asks what you do like, tell for Amore ‘! “
Goetz’s just a least as good listeners as scribe, his Writing is as it were inverted listening. This sentence, the Kaube read from the essay “carcass” of “Kronos” (1987), got applause: “The greatest happiness of childhood” is because so described: “be there, where adults hold talks, cons speeches against speeches and however speak against speeches incomprehensible whosoever why whereas said, and so the hit or the tension of listening to the idea of a sense of the music of the speeches until the eyelids without ago by müdesein, the open face soothingly, sank, fell, and talked speeches, and you were there, and slowly came the sofa. “
Goetz, who supposedly hates romance as Kaube also revealed the for years afterwards traveled techno DJs and wrote books about their beats, is also a gentle dreamer, that makes him so just as good. Thus culminated Kaubes fine speech in noting Goetz overcome in his letter to the opposition of lying and tell the truth, that of fiction and authenticity.
This seems a good key to this laid-nervous work, this erratic system, this hateful love song from five previous books, is one of the Suhrkamp where Goetz appears in fine understatement. Sometimes these books split into several individual volumes. Only when one had understood this basic dialectic, one could also Goetz ‘understand acceptance speech, his accusation of the Academy and at the same time his attachment to her.
“Down with the reason”, he called and said that as serious as his appreciation of journalism, after all, the “world stuff” comes up with is that the marginal poet afterwards processed into literature. Heine, Borne, Marx had until now so eminently readable because they provide from all three existed:. Literature, politics and journalism
has been in this good company Goetz’s mood getting better. He raised a paean to youth; the know how so much, not that praiseworthy is stupid. Pries their determination to “overthrow, lawn, violence”, their aspirations for a better world. “It is revolution,” he cried. And ended irrerweise, with a hymn of the Viennese band Wanda: “When someone asks what you do like, tell for Amore ‘!”
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