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I got a cheer onion head, I'm a kebab!

A phenomenon to which you meet again, if you hang around in poetry and literary forums. Because normal people sitting in front of their PC to do a bulb on the head and shouting "Hurrah, I'm a kebab! That would not that unusual, but the individual with a penchant for covering own, surprisingly, the other, the call thrilled: Behold, a kebab and what a particularly valuable copy!

Probably no one understood a single word of what I just wrote, right? I call it the onion-cheer-head phenomenon when narcissistic would-be authors construct linguistic structures that follow only one purpose: to be special. Particularly incomprehensible, particularly illegible, especially moronic. They rape the language (oh, how awesome) and Spelling and grammar lead ad absurdum (oh, how innovative). And they go well with it! In no time, they gather a following around him who worships them willingly. After all, who wants to admit, that he had a text that is dressed in a cloak, which so beautifully adorned with wonderful and the only way of foreign words, cryptic metaphors and idiosyncratic spelling abounds, does not understand?

is therefore all rejoiced in the sky that looks literary value. Better behaved nod to the ground than to make a fool because you hold the kebab for a steaming pile of dog. For it can be impossible to have it plenty of connoisseurs already beaten their teeth into it and praised the taste with ecstatic facial expression.

Unfortunately, restrictions on the onion-head phenomenon not cheer on Internet forums, but draws frightening circles. Sit there and draw from renowned jurors without batting an eyelid works that are characterized to be understood by anyone, probably not even the judges themselves, but that seems so an essential quality characteristic to be.
One example is Reinhard Jirgl (Büchner Prize winner), to which I just came across a book review in a forum. Mr. Jirgl ignored the spelling, happily inventing own spelling blows to a nullity on weather balloons, dancing merrily in the wind arrogance of the author.

So incomprehensible is the way to success? It seems to be. But certainly this is not the way to the reader. And it certainly is not the way I would like to pursue, because with a bulb on the head I would happen to me plenty of stupid. Well, but I'm not a self-proclaimed writer and have no idea.

Who wants to be able to try a design by Mr Jirgl "Unfinished " on Amazon and get a picture.

A beautiful weekend and a nice first Advent!

Simone