who knows maybe we’re all going to make it & pull through & get beyond it all but certainly not without the help of someone else who really & truly gives a shit

Fucked up that the loved ones / all have to go and even more so / the way they have to do it—

The girl takes the / umbrella or / does the umbrella take / the girl / lead her out into the wet / evening and / touch her softly on the hand

US poet Francesca Bell recently interviewed German poet Max Sessner for B O D Y about his work, some of his thoughts on poetry and his upcoming book of poems, Das Wasser von Gestern.

In the not too distant future / I will be old I have / seen it coming

Silent the bird in the wood

360-degree Hieronymus-Bosch-panoramas of / Altamont Speedway at night lodged in the memory / worth more than a drawer full of rotten apples.

"Did Baader fall and hit his head, you say? / Baader says Baader’s head’s okay. Okay?"

Daniel Bosch translates German Dadaist poet Johannes Baader

Language/ is not only made of words, it requires/ further presence or one of a white-/ blooming winter-head of snow.