Editorial: Issue 1

Table of Contentsfor Issue 1

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Cover illustration: The original no man’s land logo superimposed on the Berlin Wall. © Jim Avignon, Adrijana Bohocki / photo art Leif Harmsen.

Welcome to no man’s land.

Nowhere has no man’s land blossomed as in Berlin. The fall of the Wall left a green swath through the city and uncharted territories everywhere, a breach into which rushed profit-seekers, entrepreneurs. We are speaking here of the entrepreneurs whose investment is ideas and enthusiasm – whose profit is the same, with interest. They, more than any venture capitalists, have profited from Berlin, and Berlin from them. Berlin’s real economy is the black market of inspiration.
While Berlin’s alternative music and art is already legendary in international circles, its phenomenal literary scene remains terra incognita for most English speakers. A remarkable boom in readings, slams and open mikes in recent years has made highbrow literature as cool as concert-going. And it has created a thriving alternative infrastructure that shapes sophisticated new talents and audiences alike. A prime example is the “literature lab” and magazine lauter niemand. The “lab,” an open mike for fiction and poetry, has been held every Sunday since 1996, its famously spirited discussions a testing ground for young writers who have emerged as some of the most exciting voices in German literature today. no man’s land, the English version of lauter niemand’s 10th anniversary edition, presents 29 of these voices, many never before translated.
lauter niemand does not stand for any one literary school or tendency; both the lab and the magazine reflect Berlin’s dizzying literary diversity. While it is impossible to generalize about the writers included in this issue, certain motifs recur. A good half of the contributors are themselves noted translators, while several work in two or more languages. The image of the “no man’s land,” of the boundaries and interstices between languages, cultures and minds, is reflected in manifold and subtle ways in the poetry and fiction presented here, culminating on the final page, in a symbolic act of “barter” between languages – a transaction from which everyone profits!
In this spirit, no man’s land, too, is a “literature lab” as well as a magazine, a forum for writers, readers and translators and an open frontier between German and English literatures in Berlin and beyond: www.no-mans-land.org

Isabel Fargo Cole
Berlin, December 1, 2006

no man’s land # 1 team
Editorial board: Adrijana Bohocki, Isabel Fargo Cole, Ernesto Castillo, Clemens Kuhnert
Translation editor: William Martin
Translation workshop director: Aurélie Maurin
Project assistant: Leina Gonzalez

Editors’ Note from lauter niemand

Dear readers,
lauter niemand, whose 10th anniversary issue we present here in English translation, is one of the most widely circulated magazines in Germany to publish exclusively fiction and poetry. With its unpretentious format, it is also one of the most accessible. The focus of this issue is on younger writers, those whom lauter niemand first published as unknowns and who have gone on to make a name for themselves over the decade of lauter niemand’s existence. Many are still regulars at the “lauter niemand literaturlabor” and form part of the growing circle of writers, musicians, artists and friends in which lauter niemand finds its echo.
These writers have more in common than a broad spectrum of prizes, publications and readers: their names stand for the unmistakable, personal voice in which their work speaks to the reader.
But what is “voice”? – What we read with all our senses, the way we have learned to interpret these sensations, what we regard as external to ourselves, what we understand as a part of our self: out of all these things we form the Gesamtkunstwerk of our personal cosmos. Its space of resonance, of (self-) definition, gives rise to a sound: to a soul, one could say.
But when we read, is it to discover the inner workings of the cosmos we create, or to despair at the chimaeras of a past we no longer inhabit, at the mirror image of our expectations? Authors take the reality they live, think and dream and translate it into the medium of writing, seeking to share its driving forces with their readers. Their presence, their unique testimony to our time, is revealed in the subjects and means they choose, in their innate tone: the voice.
How can this voice be echoed in a different language, in different contexts, without losing its soul? This is the question explored by the authors and translators of no man’s land.

Adrijana Bohocki, Isabel Fargo Cole, Ernesto Castillo, Clemens Kuhnert
Berlin, October 2, 2006

 

TABLE OF CONTENTS


Editorial: Issue 1


The Tree


THE AWAKENING ROOM I


recovery room I


THE AWAKENING ROOM II


recovery room II


autumn for me was always
at home



If I had a garden


If I Had a Garden
When the winter comes, …
Language Gives Up the Ghost



here he is
the annihilation of fathers …



khamsin
scirocco



The Bengali Pianist


Hand Lines
Twelve Black Fathoms Deep



Jellyfish
december 1914
anomalies



Journal, Lago Momentane
Souvenir Trip
Mountains of Deer



Bashfulness
The day, squander
Heel Bar



Sadness frightens my gob into silence
the trophy sheep
absolute romantic zero
the opposite of seduction



the boxer
frank lampard
george best
breakfast in nha trang
cyclo riding in saigon



note on Jonah
whoosh
riff-raff: (bosch)
inventory of the world



Taxi Stories


My Private Leningrad
Northern severity …
Landscape
Sunday



Yes Cassandra, Someone Is Ranting to Someone


In Red Eggs
Speech and Silence in Pankow
Fish



Fish


The Air Bridge


Guanabo, Playas del Este, La Habana …
27 lockgates on the way to the sea



STAINED SUSTAINED three new still-lifes
the olympic ceasefire …



hare winter
the destruction of the fish by water
warning lamp lights up
logbook of a journey to the centre of a cow



With All Your Might
Wealth and Scum



Intentions (excerpts)


Chemnitz
An Image of All Consolation
October, November, April
Wolf Spider
Summer Wind



In The Snow


GLAMBECKER SEE
WHO’S TALKING?
NEAR GIZYCKO
FRESCO



champs elysée
quiet days in c.



Portrait: without seeing
Looking like the police
Jauntal Crossing