The World Building Must Be Erected. After All, We Have to Live Somewhere.

»From just a few, individual strands of reality, it was once possible, virtually without any funny business at all, to expect a particular future, they pieced themselves into a picture as if on their own, formed a house that you could walk towards, in which you could make yourself at home. That was once upon a time. From our contemporary reality, we cannot see anything on the horizon that calls to mind a house. To avoid going astray on this shifting terrain, I’m delivering a few construction kits, to provide myself and other interested parties with some sense of assurance, should the poles of orientation switch or if we lose sight of them.«

In a captivating and wistful fashion, the poet Angela Krauß draws up a number of mental rooms in her world building: the gateway of transformation, lodges of poetic existence, corridors of correspondences, halls of expectation, children’s bedrooms, back rooms…