Herta Müller and Collage Poetry

Knees drawn to his chest, Pomi sat huddled on the window sill. As I came closer I heard tiny sobs.

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” Pomi?”

” Go away.” He sniveled.

” What is going on? Why are you upset?”

” You went out last night and did not take me with you.”

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” I went to a reading by Herta Müller. I did not think you’d want to go.”

” You could have asked me.”

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” The reading  was in German, and you don’t speak German, so I presumed you wouldn’t be interested.”

” Oh, you presumed? You know what? You presumed wrong.  I do not speak German. But that is no reason to leave someone behind. I could have learned from Herta Müller. ” Pomi still sniffled.

”  Ok darling, I am sorry. I will not leave you at home again.  As far as learning from Herta Müller is concerned, she is a famous novelist and poet and was awarded the Nobel Prize in literature in 2009. She must be a very busy woman. Do you really think she teaches German? And if she did, why should she teach you?’

” Why not? Pomi gave me a reproachful look. ” How was the reading?”

” It was very interesting. I am glad I went. I was sure I would not make it because the plane was so behind schedule.”

” Yes but in the end we arrived on time and you ran to that reading, forgetting all about me.” Pomi was sobbing again.

” Please stop crying my little darling. I will take you with me next time and look here, I bought Herta Müller’s most recent book:  Vater telefoniert mit den Fliegen.”

” Let me see.” Pomi demanded and I put the book on the table. Pomi looked it over and started to leaf through the pages.

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” Words cut from newspapers?”

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” Herta Mueller makes  collage poetry. ”

” Collage poetry?”

” It means cutting words and letters from newspapers and magazines and combining them into poems and literary texts. Fascinating.”

Pomi studied the book for a long time.

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” I can do that? ” he decided.

” You can? ”

”  Of course I can. Give me a newspaper, an English newspaper and a pair of scissors.”

Luckily I had kept the paper I had read on the plane and gave it to Pomi.

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He started to cut out words.  For the rest of the day he was busy cutting and I did not hear a single word from him.

When he decided  that there were enough words he started to dig through the clippings and puzzled them together.

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” Done!” He finally called out.

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“There it is. My puzzle poem.”

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” Collage poem, ” I corrected.

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” My first collage poem, ” a pleased Pomi  said and he was beaming with pride.

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