HENNING CHRISTIANSEN:
STRANGER ON THE SHORE
ARTHUR KÖPCKE IN MEMORIAM
Wild man
born in a breaker
in Hamburg's casemates
Hamburg's froth of rage
was on your sharp mouth
the words flew from your
slender shape
when you chaffed the Prussian spirit
"worms in the brain"
"Worms in the brain"
you read us the text against stupidity
it was the Prussian spirit that chased you from Germany
to Denmark
where your flapping artist-mind
telephonically
sought and sought
contacts
all over the world
Fluxus - luxus -huxus
muxus- truxus - kuxus
cross x cross Addi
and win a lovely lady
be friendly.......
but not too long
your friends know it
they nod and remember
the wawes were high
where you were along
the spray across the bow
you naval hero without a ship
you hissing dadaist
burnt you up
"fill on with own imagination"
fill on
fill on
insatiable
unease
In the surf
lives your lifework
further.....further !
King Addi will participate
as art's eternal
rebel-
restlessly-
will he tear at those
who set limits-
hanging on
and thumping them
on the head
be wild be loved - be wild be loved - be wild be loved
be wised botherd and be wild
and - then - what -you - were :
Stranger on the shore
Henning Christiansen
8.6.1978
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