Poaching

“Carefree, high in spirits, almost blatantly breezy.”
Tobias Lehmkuhl
Süddeutsche Zeitung


“we’re not waiting for seasons the new year begins / and the old year as always ends timelessly” ¬– Raphael Urweider makes us aware of how fruitful it can be to explore contemporary events. His poems collect memories that only exist collectively and which reflect on how things are interlinked: “we eat fish that smells of petrol and / cook with petrol that smells of fish.”
Raphael Urweider eulogises cities from New York to Kinshasa, examines plants and dissects them as if he were an anatomist: “what is the loneliness of cracking / against the intimacy of a branch / branches branch out / are never alone / on its own a branch is only wood.” Ten years after his last acclaimed volume of poetry, a delightfully surprising poet returns.