The poetry of H.F. by Katerina Anghelaki Rooke
Katerina Anghelaki Rooke in her home in Athens, Feb. 7, 2017
The Poetry of Hatto Fischer
The poetry of H.F. attracts immediately ones interest, often without realizing why. But the more you approach it, the more evident become some strange combinations of opposites: a light and profound spirit, abstract and concrete thought, wisdom and everyday life. What I mean is, the kind of wisdom, that if you apply it, it will help you to live: "then sole freedom may be / to live ones own craziness." This is a really wise vital instruction that can save you. Because only if you do what you love and you have no other purpose than serve your dream, you hae hope to live a beautiful life.
"This ancient myth has become real / since debts have become your fate." These two lines are like a definition of H.F.'s poetry. He translates myth - that he knows very well - into reality that he also knows profoundly, so he immediately realized how debts had become our fate.
The poet is always with us: in the streets with the wild demonstrations, but also on the top of Strefi hill enjoying beautiful music. But what is really depressing for the poet, is when he comes across a wasted life. Wasted, not because of an accident or death, but because the victim had believed that paradise was on earth, did everything to get there, sold its real self, followed the advice of those who said thatr one should know how to lie, i.e. be convincing. A wasted life is the most tragic situation that can occur to somebody who discovers this truth about his own life.
The poetry of H.F. serves the truth. He looks for it everywhere: in the everydayness of the earth, in the eternity of heaven, even if heaven is not accessible. But existence is accessible to all of us who are still alive. Truth is our existence.
Katerina Anghelaki – Rooke