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Best Poems From
ERHARD HANS JOSEF LANG
(January 8,1957)
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Motion For Peace (translation)
With wet traces yet of the embittered quarreling
in our eyes that we have pinched together
we are biting ourselves fast onto each other
angrily anxious to celebrate our reconciliation
creamy drops of maddened cardiac blood
cleansing us, making us pure again
as you are stabbing me,
I am devouring you
we're hooking on to each other with our claws
to expell the anger with our loins
we tear each other's throats out
with our angry teethy kissing,
mangle each other
only to be restoring ourselves again under tears of despondency,
nailing each other to the wall,
to the table, to the bed
for licking up our wounds and bruises mutually
the ground is tainted with our passion for each other
we'll be getting mellow only then
when death with small steps comes rolling over us
enfolding us once more
as we are gasping snuggled into one another
caressing the red-pearled traces of our scratches
the air after that bad weather being clean
reeking of beastly lust
as I passionately love to be dying with you
a thousand times like in an explosion.
by Sappho of Ancient Greece (ca.630 - 570 B.C.)
freely retranslated into English by Erhard Hans Josef Lang after a
translation into German by philologist Sabine Rφmmer
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Dumping The Biggest Multiple Nuisance Factor
Money is today's world's biggest multiple nuisance factor.
Money had been invented and introduced to be used
As a common standardizer in our ancient forefathers'
World of simple tradings
With goods being unstandardized,
Barters quarrelsome prone to coming along with
Blows exchanged in between
A fool in need and the smarter.
Our hominide predecessors must have seen coming
The decline of morals with the spreading of the
Trading in all kinds of articles, and
Subsequently opted to leave the evolutionary field for newer
More sapient new-comer races, us faces, to take over
The commencing world of immense toil of commerce -
That we are still labouring with until this very day,
O poor vain human race!
When it should have long since been time to
Enter into the human race's
Higher, better game stages -
With no mare problems about wages!
Money actually had become fully redundant the day
That finally the various kinds of products for people to avail of
Were all of them commonly standardized everywhere through and through up to the last,
And easily to be distributed amongst all people thus justly,
Without the protecting umbrellas of money
Held over and above the heads participant in the barters.
Now in our world commercially so overheated,
All the products are not only all standardized, but they are also all
Supra-, hyper-, metastandardized,
Destandardized, transstandardized,
Transfixed all into something queer beyond the material appraisal
Under an odd gloom of a self-spinning net of
Grand commercial magic delusion -
Gone out of hands.
But the means of that old Babylonian barter trade solution,
That standardizer money they had then invented,
Is still found around until today,
And more so than ever,
Existing today but only to be a mere multiple nuisance factor,
Causing all of the above mentioned human idiocy
Centering around all things that
People manufacture for our 'each other's' use.
For balancing the deficiencies of standardization of goods,
What money was meant for in the beginning,
In this modern world there is no more need for.
What is most frightening about money today, I feel, is but the fact
That even until today, in spite of its actual being totally out of time meanwhile,
No one, not a single soul, but for my poor little self, ever
Dared to think or talk of
Abolishing that cursed money.
The Egyptians of humankind's younger eras would be laughing at us today,
Were they to take a look at
To what degree we moderns have allowed their good old money
To corrupt the human elements in a society's culture
Beyond any norm of intelligent practicality.
The people of the young flourishing kingdoms by the Nile
Had then been warning us already that
'Riches only then make sense
When they are applied to something.'
When will WE apply our wits and eventually do the necessary, and
Speed to abolishing redundant money?
Might it be too late one day?
And what disaster could this mean to the human race? !
We'd better start thinking of abolishing money
Before we might get caught in a
Final global human disaster.
Or after us will come a new deluge!
And we are condemned to come back by
The law of reincarnation!
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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What If The Stars Were Barred From Glittering
If scientists could put it to the test,
They might eventually want to check it out - for a minute or two,
To learn and see what effect the test could entrail:
Placing a huge repellent shield around and
Above the earth's highest skylines,
Wholly thus enveloping our globe's atmospheric layers
With the target being to see what could happen
If all the stars that are
Constantly beaming their shining faces down on all of us here
Were barred for just a moment or two
From their lightning-speed glittering through
Onto our world from out there in their
Open vastness of cosmunicative space.
- Somehow I feel thankful that it took another DaVinci,
For them not to be able to do
More of monstrous technological feats, like this one
envisioned here. -
Since we have to be afraid they might not be able
To reverse such a mighty fatal star-blocker shield,
Once set up,
And not be getting out back anymore to
Where we, the heads of the Earth, are
Standing on our feet now,
All of us earthlings getting stuck up in
A stars uprooting operation -
Plunging us for good into mental black-out.
Or would anyone of us - scientist or amateur - have
Premonitioned that, all of a sudden,
Every man on earth was to suffer
Total loss of all mental contents,
Now any time so much taken for granted
To always be there ready for our brains' taking,
All our customized reasoning powers,
Acquired rules of logic, and
All of everyone's memories and
Good-times resolutions
Instantly being blocked and barraged and
Rendered helplessly inaccessible?
All beings, all together, so mysteriously, all of sudden,
Becoming one heart and one soul -
Love without a thought for
Survival exponentially on the increase -
In a wholly new form of human co-existence
Mushrooming up after the hypothetical
Experimental push of just one tremendous
But fatal space-explorer button?
Mysteriously feeling no more need, all of a sudden,
For the many many stories of old
That they themselves, WE, as
All our forefathers alike, so far,
Ever had enjoyed making up in
The wonted communicable mind?
Mind thus knocked out along with all stars,
The very nodes of Mind's network blocked?
And wouldn't it be that without the stars' shining
Even the dogs stopped barking at each other? ! -
What a terribly vain boredom I feel would be
Spreading all over the places on our lush Earth
There where that starlit life once had come to
Sprout and to flourish so wonderful
- Then dying to see the light of stars on darkened days again!
And the irony of all of such a sudden
Darkness that were to come over us,
While Father Sun couldn't understand his world anymore:
Even all the remainders of highest intelligence,
On top of all creations - here on Earth -
All these many bits and bytes of all sorts of
Itemized, materialized memory and communications ware,
Serving these crafty days,
More and more densely to
Hold human mind together
In one shell spanning the
Networks of mind stuff,
All of these were likewise,
In the same one strike, but
Turned into being overstatedly gay and flamboyant
Redundant articles of litter,
Electronic carapaces of human mind's extensions
Scattered plain useless throughout,
What just a moment before the shooting up of the star barrage,
Before the sky-rocketing of the total star-blocker shield,
Were master aides for use in
One of the most intelligently comfortable animal settlements
On all manned planets,
With their former makers' and all the
Smartly organized matters' users' brains knocked out -
Knocked out to a total standstill -
Suddenly all connections in mind coming to a sudden full stop,
With the stars left out Mind's functions dropped off -
The gadgets remaining to be only
Excrements from a lost past
Only a hurt now to the dull eyes of
Millions and millions of unusable stand-by brains
That now all stopped their wonderings and
Ponderings and correlating with things.
The only one thinkable positive thing about it,
If anything at all:
Suddenly we could be, for the first time ever,
Re-living that speechless original awe of the animals
That some of them seem still to feel
When faced vis-a-vis this most elegant flower of life,
Our uplifted being's outstanding head.
Completely different heads then
Looking out from yesterday's mirrors,
Though yet looking all the same as before.
With our mother planet and ourselves robbed of the stars' shine,
Even the looks and features of people, in a generation or two,
Might but get lesser touches of nature's inborn beauty, alas!
For how could the old time-tested characters
That had all been once alive
Now in a starless world ever
Have chances of re-incarnating into
New contemporaries that were fit to
Continue the old surge of their lives' passion
When the akashic records cannot
Burn their genetic messages anymore through to
Where they were meant to go to _
Into new possibly most proper vessels of
Physical details dancing through time and space.
When it is that the dreaded global
Stars shield would be rendering defunct
The complete cosmic library of codeces
For all of life's character patterns,
Getting withheld along with the stars
From all who had ever incarnated through time before,
Once or through some more of life times,
In spite of the patterns safely being
Stored away in seed forms
There on cosmic mind's very intrastellar shoals of ether,
For determining possible future births of
Each and every past being -
After each and everyone's star written code.
The consequences of trying to see if it would make any
Difference with us here on our globe
If there were none of all these beautiful stars shining,
As they have been shining ever since
And are shining now, and hopefully will be for ever,
- Luckily a mere hypothetical disaster envisioned here only,
As it serves to be a perfect example for
Highlighting the true nature and functioning of Mind -
Seems to be an endless-liner
That, luckily, one doesn't have to repeat perusing
After once having comprehended what its message was -
About this our so glorious mind.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Globalisation In The Ghetto
The Finns have been reporting in March of 2007
that two Dutchmen had voiced fears through a German mouth-piece,
a number-one trading paper in the world,
that mistakes of the interior market were to jeopardize the future of
the European Union.
The Finnish report was now presented by me, born a German,
living in a cosy far-off corner in the Far East,
in a German translation,
making use of the U.S.-seated internet,
a high-speed instant spy communication state-of-the-art gadget,
invented and first employed by the American Central Intelligence
Agency, then
later on made available for the use of the masses of people and all
our civilian and private communications almost worldwide.
I had chosen to likewise inform both Dutchmen by electrical mail, another
outcrop of the above-mentioned modern instant fast lane
communicating, that
said article, in which the two were mentioned as originators of the
ideas
of liberty the article came to speak of,
was now published for a vast publicity of German readers
on an electronical journal about A World Wholly Without Money under the title of
'Blurringly cut images of the market - on a colourfully painted
background of disarmingly fencing happy-go-lucky-knights of money'.
The electrical mail info being, naturally so
in a commonly globalized ghetto,
first of all a rhetoric one.
Wouldn't someone eventually want to listen up to a contemporary
from outside the fences of the ghettoes
and get up starting to
act up on de-ghettoizing the world
for freeing the world from our dreary lot of serfdom for the money?
There's hope for heavenly changes
with everyone who nods
to the need to change our earthly lots -
on the global scale.
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The German-language electronic journal 'Eine Welt so ganz ohne Geld' mentioned in the poem, a modern-day 'Till-Eulenspiegel' satire - 'stealthily mirroring the'sleeping' reader's world from his/her own personal looking-glass' is found at libidopter.twoday.net
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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