Fatty Or Matte Poem by Marion Poschmann

Animals are bored. Enormous dogs outside their kennels
guarding building rubble and ruins of Prussian castles.
The hippo is guarding its filthy tiles, the bears' rock
guards itself. In the aquarium pool of the TV set
real estate bubbles. Adverts for villas streaming below the show
on a black band.

Inclusions, exclusions, clouding from tiny bubbles.
House bubbles, prefab bubbles, new-build bubbles
covering the history of emptiness. For twenty years
Kant lived here. Church bubbles stood here where basketball
was played, hoops hanging from organ galleries, the goat in the chancel,
the gardener of the void.

Our subtle eye sees animals guarding bubbles.
Long-term experiment: keeping a bubble alive. Park mechanisms.
Art of the enclosure. The electric rocking horse sings. Small children
ride through passage rooms, through amber chambers. Soon
they'll be guzzling Hamann in speech bubbles, cupcakes and pills
until they go pop.

Translation Catherine Hales