"The chaos near, because the market does not do justice ..." In an angry poem, Nobel laureate Günter Grass expresses the Greek crisis. Europe put the country in which the European idea was originally born in the pillory, it deprives it of its rights and condemned to poverty, he says. And the poet shows understanding for the anger of the Greeks.
When Günter Grass and his poem "What must be said," just over seven weeks intervened at this point in the Middle East debate, the response of readers and was the media big. She was taller than any other topic that the Sueddeutsche Zeitung treated in recent years. First, the debate revolved mainly about whether Grass with his poem against a possible Israeli attack on Iran unacceptable, if not anti-Semitic criticism was leveled at Israel. Above all, his late confession in 2006 that he was a teenager, a member of the Waffen-SS, it was impossible in the eyes of many critics for Grass to interfere in the Middle East debate. It lasted until it was in the discourse on the political core of the poem - the question of preventive war. Well logs Grass again with a poem to speak - to the debate about Greece.
The form of expression may be controversial, but it is a tradition. From antiquity on Bertolt Brecht, to the poetry of hip-hop allowed the metrical form, to condense complex political context, without being satisfied with the slogan. For Günter Grass's political interference in turn has a biographical tradition. As a member of Group 47, he knew in the years after the war, yet the literature as "writing against forgetting." Soon was the political commitment to him as a matter of course on the role of the writer and poet. Latest with the awarding of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1999, Günter Grass was also recognized internationally as a moral voice of Germany.
Europe's shame
A poem by Günter Grass
Close to chaos, because the market is not just,
you're way out of the country that lent you the cradle.
What with the soul searching, you found was,
is now considered, appraised at scrap value.
As a debtor placed naked on the pillory, suffer a country
owe a thank you to you was saying.
Poverty doomed country whose wealth
adorn museums maintained: kept from you loot.
With the force of arms the inselgesegnete country
ravaged wore the uniform Hölderlin in his knapsack.
Barely tolerated country whose colonels of you
were once tolerated as an ally.
Loses right country to which the power law partner
buckled his belt tighter and tighter.
Antigone defying you wearing black and nationwide
mourning clothes, the people whose guest you have.
However, the country has to wake Croesus related
all that glitters golden hoarded in your vaults.
Sauf finally, drink! scream of Commissioners cheerleaders,
but anger is Socrates you back the cup to the brim.
Cursing in the choir, which is characteristic of you are, the gods,
to disown their Olympus Thy will be required.
You'll waste away mindlessly without the country,
whose mind you, Europe devised.
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