"Poetry transmits the future"
31. March 2006 13:42
In central Europe naiveté is a death wish.
The only antidote—poison.
Poison, like love, contains a dream.
The forest is unbearably green.
Poison, as art, offers release.
“Unheard music is never sweet.”
Hans Magnus Enzensberger’s “Poison”
is easy to take. It lives longer than a rose.
No—to authority—it transmits the future.
“A capsule—private—minimal”—and round.
Michael March
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