{"id":1843,"date":"2018-08-23T13:47:21","date_gmt":"2018-08-23T11:47:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/?page_id=1843"},"modified":"2018-08-23T13:49:26","modified_gmt":"2018-08-23T11:49:26","slug":"en","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/index.php\/slovokult-literartour-2018\/teilnehmer-particpipants\/ralf-b-korte\/en\/","title":{"rendered":"::ralf b. korte:: EN"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>ralf b. korte<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>apart from that, a bank robbery, for example, is a real work of art. and you can&#8217;t hang it<br \/>\non your wall in the museum.<br \/>\nnorbert knofo kr\u00f6cher in conversation with ivo bozic, 17.04.03<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-1822\" src=\"http:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/korte-bild-daf-300x193.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"518\" height=\"333\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/korte-bild-daf-300x193.png 300w, https:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/korte-bild-daf-768x495.png 768w, https:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/korte-bild-daf-400x258.png 400w, https:\/\/www.slovokult-literatur.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/korte-bild-daf.png 776w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 518px) 100vw, 518px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>020814 the other day in prenzlauer berg i heard a text performed<br \/>\na piece wherein one lets two speak for themselves and it was a bit<br \/>\nof theater, standing and declaiming how cities they don&#8217;t belong to<br \/>\nanybody anymore or at least not to you and him there not him<br \/>\neither and not the others talking there either because just like<br \/>\nalways some come from somewhere else and suck the heart out<br \/>\nof the city and the language and then war comes or something,<br \/>\nwar gladly comes to the cities and the guy that owns the bar<br \/>\ncomments that now he really hadn\u2019t quite understood exactly if it\u2019d<br \/>\nbeen about budagrad or belpest or whatever other agglomerations<br \/>\notherwise on the way to stambul through the steppes comfort<br \/>\nnicked gone to the dogs, the man always sporting the uboot-shirt.<br \/>\ngot a penchant for wine protocolo white as spritzer or no, there\u2019s<br \/>\nstill a buffet because that one there, shewrote the text and\u2019ll enjoy<br \/>\na nice scholarship in constantinople and you quietly wonder if they<br \/>\nwere writing there as one coming to a city that doesn&#8217;t belong to<br \/>\nthem and others there taking something away with their speaking<br \/>\nof another language, their walking with another gait<br \/>\nyah thought this was the strange thing about cities: their<br \/>\naccessibility and the fact that there\u2019re places to meet, to trade or<br \/>\nto withhold stories from each other, these your semi-drunk<br \/>\nreflections, but the text by the one that\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>reading so that the dialogical might seem logical keeps trotting<br \/>\nalong plays itself out, smacks too much of a monologue you<br \/>\nmumble quietly to yourself but the pub is filled with sympathizers<br \/>\nthat would\u2019ve like to\u2019ve written the text because otherwise she<br \/>\nstands behind the counter, somehow the text seems to deal with<br \/>\nthe theme of the kiez or the performance itself is a piece, kiez,<br \/>\nsecure or one\u2019s own out in the open that\u2019s easily lost if something<br \/>\nhappens for example war or something, something coming<br \/>\nbetween it all but the text doesn\u2019t tell of good-standing-behind-the-<br \/>\nbar and then writing a text that those in front of it would otherwise<br \/>\nhave enjoyed and now also want to enjoy because, well, you<br \/>\nknow, this is now an unthreaded sentence<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Translated from the German:: <strong>Mark Kanak<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ralf b. korte &#8230;&#8230;. apart from that, a bank robbery, for example, is a real work of art. and you can&#8217;t hang it on your wall in the museum. norbert knofo kr\u00f6cher in conversation with ivo bozic, 17.04.03 020814 the 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