(Aufatme ich)
(…)
Ich hebe ab und atme auf, bin sowieso
Sehr sinnenhaft und lebensfroh
Und golden glänzen meine Larifariflügel
(...)*
The play unfolds in the echo of the poet Robert Schindel's resonant words. Equipped with a "Larifariflügel" (little wings), the protagonist, seemingly lifted from the world's hardships, sails "jolly of life" over a "magnificent," perhaps still nocturnal landscape "toward the morning." Seen from a bird's eye view, even the "Belsen Hill" appears lovely. The burning world, recently conjured, is past yet present.
Down below, however, we listen, amidst the reverberation, to a resonant landscape. Perhaps it resembles the hearts conjured by Semier Insayif...
dein schatten
boden
reißt mir ein loch
ins erinnern
zerrt mich
mein herz
aus dem leib
und haut ab**
* aus „Ein Feuerchen im Hintennach“ von Robert Schindel (Suhrkamp 1992)
**aus „über zeugungen“ von Semier Insayif (hochroth Wien 2018)