As Ulrike Almut Sandig debuted in 2005 with her poem cycle “terrain” in the annual anthology of the students of the German literature Institute in Leipzig and a little later also with the first separate publication of “tinder” in a small Leipzig-based publishing house, was its poetry, the Narrative say, a tendency to prose. Since verse structures decreased in the flow of the texts, and then again, subject strands and guiding principles through the collections and created resulted in a larger conceptual context, as it could be the division in Einzelpoeme suspect.
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As Sandy, then five years later a larger publisher Schöffling & co. in Frankfurt, the it is unlike many of the other naming become authors remained faithful, came out, the First a collection of stories: “Flamingos”. And, in turn, noted to the rhythm and the word ingenuity, the lyrical Foundation of his prose: “We were outside, at school they called us the Überelbischen, because we came from the other Bank of the Elbe, we were always the Last to came and the First that went” that highlights one of the stories. As at the same time “should scale” will be re-released, revised the poems to take you to the Hermetic. You should be telling, riddle-making.
A small but intense vortex
In the interplay of poetry and prose publications move since then, especially in the work Together with musicians in radio plays and records. But with a novel you had the time. Now he is here, is called “monsters like us”, and who expected the title of this article Shocking, not wrong. It comes to abuse and mistreatment. But who is looking after the surface of the problem, not familiar with Ulrike Almut Sandig. Not your lyrical word of violence, which is a great word of tenderness, and not the pursuit of hints in your prose, that corresponds to the elliptical function principle of poems. But the Power of this storytelling is immense. To say it with a phrase from the novel: “do you Know what happens when deep under us, what are slips? I didn’t know it, and Fly said: Then there’s a whirl. A small but intense vortex. The pulls you in deep before you even cry out.“ Exactly that is what happens to a reading of “monsters like us”.
