Try Praying

Finally in one volume: the most beautiful poems of Sibylle Berg. For refusing prayers at the dining table, as a gift under the Christmas tree, to read aloud for the dear children in the evening, as a lovely greeting to the ex-boyfriend or the hopefully solo friend. So to speak a bouquet for the most beautiful time of life: always!

There are things in life that can only be encountered with rhyme. The rapid decline of everything, except oneself, the human being, next to whom you woke up every morning. Dry rain, neon light, necrophilia. Sibylle Berg's poems are songs to the great futility. There is no salvation for the figures they populate. And yet you can't get enough of these times bitter-rousing, sometimes compassionate, but always funny lyrics, whose ballad sound has merciless catchy odd potential.