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Germain Droogenbroodt

 Statement:

My poems are not suited for protest, although I have plenty of compassion for those who suffer, that is for the weakest, the unarmed ones. Why are Palestinians not allowed to have equally good weapons when the Israelis have them? And who is a terrorist, who is not?

If the Palestinians would have likewise the same weapons, then less Palestinians would be killed. As I just read an article written by an Israeli and published in the German newspaper 'die Zeit' that Israelis have lost any empathy for the Palestinians.

- 14. July 2014

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The others have written already so many statements, what he can add is a poem by Ingeborg Bachman called Every Day - ALLE TAGE

War is no longer explained

but is continued. The outrageous

has become daily life...

Der Krieg wird nicht merhr erklärt
sondern fortgesetzt. Das Unerhörte
is alltäglich geworden….

So it has been in Palestine, so it shall remain forever. Aside from destruction, thousands of wounded, 2000 dead and more hate this latest war has brought little else and will also the next war not bring. As long as Israel occupies Palestinian territory and continue extending the settlements, there will not be brought about peace. A good will for peace does not exist in the Hamas, but even less in the Israelis. Amir Or should send Buddha's message to his government. Or he who sows hate will reap hate.

- 19.August 2014

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Being a pacifist, of course I am against ANY armament and always feel shocked to see that even in the world’s poorest countries, were even food is lacking, such as Africa, there is an abundance of weapons. I remember, long time ago, when Chang Ching-kuo, son of Chiang kai-shek, was president of Taiwan, only the police and the army were allowed to have guns. What a peaceful world we would have, if it were so everywhere. In my paper I did not want to say that Palestine should have equal weapons, but that Israel has not the right to prohibit Palestine to get food, medicine etc. including weapons. If the US would not have supplied the modern weaponry Israel disposes off, the destruction in Haza would not be what it is now. The Israeli novelist Assaf Gavron mentioned, as a soldier sent to Gaza years ago, they replied the stones of the Palestine with tear gas and rubber bullets. Sure, as we see, more weapons is not a solution, neither in the Middle East nor in Africa, nor in the USA. As Brecht mentioned in one of his poems: “What will the industry produce now, since everybody has a refrigerator, a TV?” “ BOMBS!”, was the reply.” Business is business…
Only when tolerance, good will and equality reigns – as has been realized in South Africa – peace will come.

- 23 August 2014

Note: See as well his essay on 'search for peace' – editor HF

 

Peaceful Morning in the Himalayas

It appears
as if the previous night
has quenched every thirst

the day comes with light
and voices of birds
strange to the ear

in the distance
the wavering sound
of a reed flute:

a morning prayer
for Shiva, for Buddha
or for whatever god

so peaceful appears this morning
as if after so many ages
humanity were at peace
finally at rest.

From: “In the Stream of Time, Meditations in the Himalayas”



Von allen Versen je geschrieben ...



Von allen Versen je geschrieben
möchte ich für dich der letzte Vers
die letzte Zeile sein, mein Licht
mein Frühling, mein tastbares Leben

meine samtenen Finger
werden die Saiten deines Körpers streichen
und mit deinen zärtlichen Fingern erotische Tangos
und feurige Sevillanas tanzen

wie die süßen Spätherbsttrauben
werde ich deine Haare lesen, eins um eins,
die tiefe Seen deiner Augen befahren

ich werde mich an ihrem Glitzern
und an dem Nektar deines Mundes betrinken
und in dein eigenstes Leben hineintreten
.

Germain Droogenbroodt
Aus “Die Tautropfen der Morgenröte”
Anthologie, Gedichte von Germain Droogenbroodt

 

LAST VERSE


Of all verses ever written
I want to be for you the last verse
the last line, my light
my spring, my palpable life.

My satin fingers
will play the ivory of your body
dance with your caressing fingers erotic tangos
and passionate sevillanas

Like sweet grapes of autumn
I’ll sing each single hair
and sail on the deep lakes of your eyes

I’ll will get drunk on their glints
and the nectar of your mouth
and enter your very own life.

Germain Droogenbroodt

Taken from the poem “morning dew of sunrise”










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