Ich spüre Euch so nah und dennoch so weit Eure Haut, so nah, trennt uns Euer Geist, so fern, kennt und erkennt die Gleichheit, die unerklärliche Gleichart, in uns - so weit und doch so nah. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
Land
DER NEUE ANFANG
Als aus alten Ländern die neuen kamen mit alten Zügen und neuen Namen fragten sich manche, in Gruppen und allein, was bedeutet es, deutsch zu sein? Andere fragten sich, was haben wir gemein?, was bedeutet es, Mensch zu sein? Wir standen wieder an einem Anfang einer neuen Gleichart, die uns zwang, zusammen zu ziehen an einem Strang. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
NICHT
Ich kann ein Land nicht verlassen In dem ich nie gelebt habe Ich kann Augen nicht vergessen An denen ich einmal geklebt habe Ich kann einen Traum nicht wegschmeißen Egal ob ich ihn jemals angestrebt habe Oder nicht. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
INTEGRATION 2
In kleinen Mengen
Schluckt mich
Die Seele der Nation
Verinnerlicht sie mich?
Völkerspeise
Bleibt von mir was übrig?
Und der Gesellschaftsgeist
Wie Yggdrasil wächst, gedeiht
Und nimmer ergraut und nimmer ergreist
In meinem Inneren dem Neuen geweiht.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
ZÖGERND
Eher zögernd kam
Wieder
Der Frankfurter Schnee
Über
Stadt, Land, Fluss
und Liebe
Zuckte kurz, nicht mal heftig
Einmal, zweimal, scheu, bedächtig
Auch eine zarte Liebesbekenntnis
verschwindet niemals aus dem Gedächtnis.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
WELLEN
Das Geräusch der Wellen
Im Gespräch mit den Ufersteinen
Uralte Liebesgesellen
Flüsternd lachen und weinen
Erd-Wasser Intimrituellen
Meine in Deinen, Deine in meinen
Intellektuellen sozialen sexuellen Naturellen
Ich spüre Dich zwischen meinen Beinen…
Raunt Land zum Wasser
Und Wasser zum Land
Süßwasser und Salzwasser
Regelmäßig gedrückt gegen Felsenwand
Mit festem Herz und fester Hand.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung
THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE
TWO MEN in search of fortune.
Said the first:
“I will stay and farm my father’s land!”
Said the second:
“I will go and find the Wheel of Fortune, and I will turn it in my direction, and I shall possess it and I shall wield it, and I shall be a controller of happenings, a decider of destinies.”
Said the first:
“You will come back and beg me for a little plot of land on which to farm.”
Said the second:
“You will seek me and plead with me to turn your fortunes around with the Wheel of Fortune.”
Said the first:
“You cannot find the Wheel of Fortune. It is not a physical thing that can be grasped with the hand or seen with the eye. It is a power which started as a concept. It is everywhere.”
Said the second:
“It is a power which started as a concept and ended up as a wheel, a physical wheel that can be grasped with the hand and seen with the eye. I will find it and I will place a firm hold on it. It shall be mine. The Wheel of Fortune. Fortune!”
Said the Spirit of Fortune:
“The sooner you start, the better.”
The years have gone by and still he seeks. Through fortune and misfortune, through pleasure and pain, he seeks the wheel of fortune, that he may become a controller of happenings, a decider of destinies.
Said the first:
“The years have passed. Fortune, which smiled at me in the first few years, frowns now upon me. The harvest is meager. The earth sits hard upon me. Where is my friend who went to seek the Wheel of Fortune? I must find him. He will surely turn the wheel in my favour, and the winds shall turn in kind.”
Said the second:
“The years have passed. My wandering feet thirst for rest, my restless heart for peace. I have searched everywhere, in vain. I must return to my friend. Surely he will find for me a little plot of land where I can seek my fortune and fulfil my destiny.”
Said the Spirit of Fortune to the first:
“The sooner you go, the better.”
Said the Spirit of Fortune to the second:
“The sooner you return, the better.”
They met again upon the Highway at the halfway point between the going and the returning.
Said the first:
“My friend, have you found the Wheel of Fortune now? For you must turn it my way. The soil is unyielding, the farm is fruitless.”
Said the second:
“No, I have not found the wheel of fortune and was just on my way to you, that you may find me a little of your land where I may seek my fortune, for the road grows weary beneath my feet.”
Said the first:
“But you assured me that the Wheel of Fortune is a findable physical thing.”
Said the second:
“And you assured me that the land would one day support both of us!”
Said the first:
“The land is a deceiver, now I know. It is the whore of fortune and his worthless plaything! I shall go now and find the Wheel of Fortune. Then shall I own the land.”
Said the second:
“Oh, my friend, but you err. Fortune has no wheel. Myths have given birth to this belief. The land is the key to fortune. The land is the wheel of fortune. Possess the land and you have grasped fortune’s wheel.”
Said the first:
“I have turned the land several times, sometimes with my pitchfork, other times with a multitude of other implements such as my shovel, my hoe and my fingers, but not once did my fortune lastingly turn, although I turned the earth repeatedly. Sometimes the winds turned, briefly, but fortune never really. Thus I act with full clarity today. You can have the land if you wish. I shall find the Wheel of Fortune and I shall posess it and I shall wield it and I shall be a controller of happenings, a decider of destinies.”
Said the second:
“When you return to me, begging me to return your father’s land to you, I shall not do so. For it is now mine! Bear this in mind.”
Said the first:
“When you come to me, pleading with me to turn the Wheel of Fortune in your favour, I shall not do so! I shall abandon you to your fate. Bear this in mind.”
Said the second:
“Oh, you fool, why will you not come that we may together plough the land?! Two pairs of hands will soften its heart. There is no physical Wheel of Fortune! It is a power that began as a concept.”
Said the first:
“Fortune is a person. He bears a face and owns a wheel. I shall find him and I shall take the wheel from him. Then shall I turn the wheel against him. My wheel.”
Said the Spirit of Fortune to both:
“The earlier you proceed, the better.”
The years passed by like the wind, and old age crept upon them. The land softened and yielded rich harvests, but Fortune and his wheel refused to be found.
Said the first:
“I am old and grey. My days are numbered, my memories rich and poor. I shall return to my father’s land and there shall I lay down, for I do not want to die upon the road.”
Said the second:
“I am old and grey. My days are numbered, my memories many and few. I shall set off again after the Wheel of Fortune, that I may turn it and prolong my life and reactivate the youth in me. If I die now, all is lost and I shall be buried upon another man’s land. But if Fortune, who has smiled at me through the land, permits me now to find his wheel, then I shall change the course of my future.”
Said the Spirit Fortune to the first:
“Hurry, hurry, time is.”
Said the Spirit of Fortune to the second:
“Hurry, hurry, time is.”
Their paths crossed again, this time at the junction that leads everybody on.
Said the first:
“Why are you here? Have you not mastered the land which for you is the wheel of fortune?”
Said the second:
“I am tired of you. Please, move out of my way. Your father’s land is there. You can have it if you wish. Die on it; you are old enough for that now. I will have nothing to do with it anymore. It has brought me nothing but comfort, and prevented me from seeking the Wheel of Fortune, which was the ardent spiritual goal of my youth! Look at me: now I am an old man.”
Said the first:
“Then you shall die upon the road. I hope somebody finds you and buries you. I shall conclude my earthly wanderings there where I belong.”
Said the second:
“Rest in peace. Adieu.”
And then they parted ways, never to meet again upon the earth.
Said Fortune:
“Another twist, another turn,
And life goes on…
If they ask, or seek, or yearn
All I can do is turn and point them on…
The path they must go themselves –
The change they must work themselves
The moment they must grasp themselves –
The seeds of fortune they must sow themselves –
I am just a referee…
“Though men pass me by a thousand times
Never do they recognise me;
Nor is it necessary, as long as they heed
The Inner Voice in them that speaks to me.
“For I must obey, I must obey…
And place what they ask for upon their way.”
—–
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
IN A LAND OF WATER
Water water everywhere
Why is the world full of water?
The earth like a primeval bowl
Has been filled with water from a pitcher
Tilted down over a heavenly shoulder
High above the material sphere
Where love flows everywhere
Where the spirits never thirst
Where the urge to help alone comes first –
Take me there, take me there, take me there.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
HOLD MY HAND
I just feel hope in my heart
Because that’s all I have left.
So I hold on to hope, my wine
And I smile even though in my heart
I harbour a river of tears
Ships adrift in rudderless cry
And I can’t find the shore
So I’m drunk on hope
And I’m high on hope
Some call it illusion
Or even delusion
But we who have a vision
We call it hope
All we have, all we need, is hope.
And then in the morning
I wake up with a hangover
Looking for new hope. Hold my hand.
My ship is looking for land.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
(Image courtesy 857818/Pixabay)
YOUR HONEY TONGUE
I love you when you speak
The language of peoples gone;
Your mind, if you don’t mind, is antique;
Your honey tongue is on the run,
Breathlessly chasing a people’s dream
Gently up the stream.
You were my lover in hot dark nights
And you just couldn’t keep still;
Your tongue was restless as those kites
That circle and circle the forbidden hill,
And you taught me the language that lovers speak
When the spirit is willing and the flesh is weak.
Coo like a dove, my sweet love,
The sounds that you make are never enough.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 