“The cars quieter the nerves thinner”: Andreas Koziol
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Crows are waiting “in the snow like survivors to prayer” and the sun is frozen. If the late poems of Andreas Koziol, who died in 2023, unites one, then it is cosmic loneliness. No wonder, since the author hardly left his own apartment. So his lyrical ego once asks: “If you know the country in which the dead live / I lived there at the time.” The poet Lutz Seiler is thanks to the fact that this posthumous band “Human Science” came about. Again and again he hooked up, asked Koziol for new poems, which she then gradually delivered. “Writing is nothing or closeness,” he notes. In this case, the writer friendship may have been a catalyst.
In the late GDR, he produced underground magazines that, as Henryk Gericke writes in his afterword, he was one of the “formed system sprinkles”. “Human studies” is carried by the memory of all the past relationships. There are beautifully sad, amorous poems. In “overvoltage” there is a longing, the redemption of which can only result in disappointment: “And then you fall out of space much too early, like all of the clouds / because love.” What does it comfort about being alone? Maybe here and there a vague hope for heaven. But above all, it seems to be the humor that maintained the theologian studied. So also in a text about aging. In this phase, “the pants continue to be closer” or the “cars quieter the nerves thinner”. This stumbles on catchy Jamben through this specifically lying and grotesque miniature.
Often the comedy arises from the stringent and, in turn, completely fell -folded rhymes. You may think of fairy tales and children’s poems, or just the baroque with its fixed statements and his celebration of the vanitas. At the same time, their use could still have a further experience: where apparently everything threatens to slip away, the form of the poem grants the final stability. Koziol himself – to match this – defines it as “leader from tumbling letters”. It is certain and can at the same time give space to uncertainty and uncertainty. Accordingly, profit and loss keep the scales in these virtuosos, touching poems. They look into the tempting distant unchangeable: “Too often we moved to the country too often / that if you find it disintegrated / we were too long the answer / questions that nobody asks anymore.”
Andreas Koziol: human studies. Poems. Published by Lutz Seiler in collaboration with Henryk Gericke. Cookbooks. 88 pages, born, 24 €.
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