Marcel Beyer

Das künstliche Haar

langue: allemand

traductions: danois (Det kunstige hår), anglais (Artificial hair), biélorusse (ШТУЧНЫЯ ВАЛАСЫ )

Das künstliche Haar

Du sitzt und schaust: Geheimnisse. Die
Gegenstände, ungesprochen, dem Wirt
selbst wenden sie sich nicht mehr zu seit
einigen Jahren. Im kalten Rauch, kälter
und kälter die Deko, die Decke, das
lichtwärts gewendete Topfgrün, bläulicher.
Bläulicher schimmern die Locken der
Wirtin, möglich, sie weiß noch den Grund
dieses Namens, Sibyllenort, heute. Heute,
der Wirt geht auf Softsohlen, das Haar
liegt auf Seite, kaum glimmend die
Lichtkette, Stimmung, auch bläulicher.

traductions:

langue: danois

Det kunstige hår

Du sidder og skuer: hemmeligheder.
Genstandene, utalte, værten
selv har de ikke henvendt sig til i
adskillige år. I den kolde røg, koldere og
koldere dekoen, loftet, potte-
planten vendt mod lyset, blåligere.
Blåligere skinner værtindens
krøller, muligt, hun kender stadig grunden
til dette sted, Sibyllenort, i dag. I dag,
værten går på softsåler, håret er
redt ud til siden, lyskæden flimrer
næsten ikke, stemning, blåligere.

langue: anglais

Artificial hair

You sit and look around: secrets. The
objects, unspoken, for some years now
they haven’t even turned towards the
landlord. In the cold smoke, colder
and colder the decoration, the ceiling, the
potted plants turning lightward, more bluish.
More bluish the shimmer of the landlady’s
curls, perhaps she still knows the reason
for this name, Sibyl Place, today. Today,
the landlord walks on soft soles, his hair
combed to one side, hardly a glimmer from
the fairy lights, the atmosphere also more bluish.

langue: biélorusse

ШТУЧНЫЯ ВАЛАСЫ

Ты сядзіш і глядзіш: таямніцы.
Прадметы, нявыказаныя, самі
Ужо некалькі год не зьвяртаюца
Да гаспадара. У халодным дыме халадней
І халадней дэкарацыі, блакітная столь,
зеляніна ў рондалях, павернутая да сьвятла.
Блакітна мігцяць локаны
Гаспадыні, магчыма, яна яшчэ да сёньня памятае паходжаньне
Гэтае назвы: Сыбіленорт. Сёньня
Гаспадар ідзе на мягкіх падэшвах, валасы
Зачасаныя набок, ледзь мільгацяць
Палоскі сьвятла, блакітны настрой.

Marcel Beyer

Foto © gezett.de

* 23.11.1965, Tailfingen, Württemberg, Allemagne
Réside à: Dresden, Allemagne

Marcel Beyer was born on 23 November 1965 in Tailfingen, Württemberg. He read German, English and Literature in Siegen. Until 1996 he lived as author, editor (Vergessene Autoren der Moderne, together with Karl Riha), translator and essayist in Cologne. He then settled in Dresden.

Since 1985 he has published in various publications essays, literary criticism (F.A.Z.) and liner notes as well as editorial, literary and journalistic work (e.g. 1990-1993 as poetry editor of the literary journal Konzepte, from the end of 1991 in the music magazine SPEX). He has also undertaken translations from and into English (amongst others Max Ernst, e. e. cummings, Norbert Hummelt, William S. Burroughs, Gertrude Stein, Kurt Schwitters) and from Estonian.

Foto © gezett.de

Marcel Beyer regularly engages in project work, e.g. since 1987 together with the Cologne poet Norbert Hummelt – until 1992 under the title Postmodern Talking. In 1998 he worked together with Katrin Achinger and Matthias Arfmann on a project about Brion Gysin.

In 1991 he received the Rolf Dieter Brinkmann Bursary of the City of Cologne for his debut novel. He held scholarships at Literarisches Colloquium Berlin (1992) and at Schloß Wiepersdorf (1995). In 1993 the Stiftung Niedersachsen supported his Work on a Second Book.

Marcel Beyer was Writer-in-Residence at University College London (January/February 1996) and at the University of Coventry in Warwick (April/May 1998). In December 1996 he conducted a seminar on HipHop for indigenous rappers in Yaoundé, Cameroon. During the summer semester of 1999 Marcel Beyer was guest lecturer at the Deutsches Literaturinstitut in Leipzig and in the winter of 1999/2000 he was granted a further scholarship at the Deutsches Haus of New York University.

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