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ich muss in den untergrund
zombieherzen/ bongotime/ schnippschnippmesser-
jazz/ & zigeunerwalzer
motz mir einen runter
baby
augäpfel kugeln schächtelang

zurück in die zukunft
nein….. mein raumschiff voyager
an bord borg hirogen & talaxianer
outta space
groovy
so sun-ra von einer kahlen rückenwand

türkenrap klingelt
meine füße breakbeaten
glotzschmidti glotzt
meine fäuste wollen fressen spüren
[winter zieht an ihnen]

mein rechter arm schweißperlen von nebenan
nebenan: anderer frauen brown sugar
räder surren unsere liebesschwüre
niemandsland von alltagsnihilisten
er aber schenkt mir rosen & multiple orgasmen
wegen rosa verlässt er mich
zu früh
um landschaften für unsere kinder
in fenster zu ritzen

ich weine den gang sauber
mein blick zielt auf seinen kahlen hinterkopf
arschloch.

ab jetzt kämpf ich mich allein
durch bahnhofsgemetzel & reichsmarmormassen

eine türe weht kopftücher
im winde
ein farbenreigen
faust erhebt sich
zum gruße
farbenreigen wechselt die richtung

stecknadelattacke!
ich ziehe die aura-karte
im quartett der durchschnittshelden
& flüstere meine kraft in fahrt
peace be still
peace be still peace be still peace be still

stille
räder klirren zu tode
endstation wahnsinn
peace be still

am achten tage werde ich wieder-
geboren
zar alexander meine hebamme auf
nuttenpumps & xtc
ein dealer schenkt mir lebenselixier
ein junkie reißt mir den kopf ab
tango zum flimmern der berliner luft luft luft

& irgendwo
noch leben
versteckt hinter gullyritzen

[translation]

i gotta go underground
zombie hearts/ bongo time/ clap clasp knife clap-
jazz/ & gipsy waltz
motz me good
baby
eye balls roll through hollow tunnels

back to the future
no….. my voyager
on board borgs hirogens & talaxians
outta space
groovy
states sun-ra from a callow back

turk rap ringtones
my feet breakbeat
gawk-gerhard gawks
my fists wanna feel gobs not pussys
[winter calls them]

my right arm beads of sweat from next-seat
next-seat: other women’s brown sugar
wheels whir our love vows
no man’s land of everyday nihilists
but he giveth me roses & multiplyeth my orgasms
cos of rosa he leaves me
too early
to scratch landscapes into windows
for our children

i weep the gangway clean
my glance targets his bald head
asshole.

from now on i find my way
through station massacres & reich chancellery marble
alone

through a door headscarfs wave
in the wind
a bouquet of colours
fist rises
to salute
colours change course

attack of the furious fixing pins!
i show my aura card
from the quartet of average heroes
& whisper my powers to life
peace be still
peace be still peace be still peace be still

stillness
wheels rattle to death
last stop insanity
peace be still

on the eighth day i get re:
born
tzar alexander my midwife on
fuck-me-pumps & ecstasy
candyman donates life to me
junkie rips my head off
tango to the heat haze of the berliner luft luft luft

& somewhere
still life
hidden beyond gully covers

Chantel-Fleur Sandjon

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home or the journey to my lunatic blackness

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i spent nights on the nile
waiting for a star over a rooftop
until i finally discovered
: the wrong river had gone into my veins

thus i travelled i travelled
guided by the full moon
i crossed mountains & bridges
& met several bitches
who tried to convert me
with glitter & gold
dicks in glasses treetrunk size
jesus white on their side
in person of a fat-bellied priest
who at dinnertime eats
1
black
child

but it was too late

it was too late
for their mission to be fulfilled
the river in my veins
had made my body rise
to the size of a queen not a princess

thus every corset
they pressed on my nakedness
on the road from
being their slave to being my mistress
the river broke it
just before the next day’s caress

when i kissed my grandmother’s forehead
they gave up/ wished me
all the evil on my neck
& the devil in my bed
& tried to pray me into hell
amenamenhallelujah

instead i travelled back
to my own heaven
the black man’s eden
the black woman’s womb
i travelled back
to my own heaven
the black wo/man’s eden
the black wo/man’s womb
where stars over rooftops
were that plenty
that i bathed in their shine
ich entstieg diesem bad
das mich von der endlichkeit entblätterte
pur & rein
es befreite mich vom dreck meiner erbsünden
und nahm sie auf der milchstraße
mit weit hinter den mars
yes i bathed in their shine
& when i raised my head
for the very first time
astonished that this was really possible
& not just old women’s whisper over the fireground
when i raised my head for the very first time
i became blind
of too much
of too much unfiltered beauty

thus i travelled
into absolute blackness
& embraced all colours of
my new-gained darkness
regardless of the alledged loss
of white man’s reality
the black woman’s sunglasses
i had no use for no more
because i had reached my final destination:

home

in my lunatic blackness
outside of your reality
inside of Me

home or the journey to my lunatic blackness by Chantel-Fleur Sandjon

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Biography

Chantal-Fleur Sandjon is at the forefront of artists of colour in Germany that reclaim words, voices and the visibility of the subaltern. Based in Berlin and Johannesburg, she has been part of numerous art projects and publications in Germany and abroad. As a member of the collectives Blaque Reinnecarnation as well as The Critical Witness, Chantal-Fleur ignores the alleged boundaries between different media, art forms and the academics.

Chantel-Fleur Sandjon

Biography

Chantal-Fleur Sandjon is at the forefront of artists of colour in Germany that reclaim words, voices and the visibility of the subaltern. Based in Berlin and Johannesburg, she has been part of numerous art projects and publications in Germany and abroad. As a member of the collectives Blaque Reinnecarnation as well as The Critical Witness, Chantal-Fleur ignores the alleged boundaries between different media, art forms and the academics.

bln zu rädern

Enlarge poem

ich muss in den untergrund
zombieherzen/ bongotime/ schnippschnippmesser-
jazz/ & zigeunerwalzer
motz mir einen runter
baby
augäpfel kugeln schächtelang

zurück in die zukunft
nein….. mein raumschiff voyager
an bord borg hirogen & talaxianer
outta space
groovy
so sun-ra von einer kahlen rückenwand

türkenrap klingelt
meine füße breakbeaten
glotzschmidti glotzt
meine fäuste wollen fressen spüren
[winter zieht an ihnen]

mein rechter arm schweißperlen von nebenan
nebenan: anderer frauen brown sugar
räder surren unsere liebesschwüre
niemandsland von alltagsnihilisten
er aber schenkt mir rosen & multiple orgasmen
wegen rosa verlässt er mich
zu früh
um landschaften für unsere kinder
in fenster zu ritzen

ich weine den gang sauber
mein blick zielt auf seinen kahlen hinterkopf
arschloch.

ab jetzt kämpf ich mich allein
durch bahnhofsgemetzel & reichsmarmormassen

eine türe weht kopftücher
im winde
ein farbenreigen
faust erhebt sich
zum gruße
farbenreigen wechselt die richtung

stecknadelattacke!
ich ziehe die aura-karte
im quartett der durchschnittshelden
& flüstere meine kraft in fahrt
peace be still
peace be still peace be still peace be still

stille
räder klirren zu tode
endstation wahnsinn
peace be still

am achten tage werde ich wieder-
geboren
zar alexander meine hebamme auf
nuttenpumps & xtc
ein dealer schenkt mir lebenselixier
ein junkie reißt mir den kopf ab
tango zum flimmern der berliner luft luft luft

& irgendwo
noch leben
versteckt hinter gullyritzen

[translation]

i gotta go underground
zombie hearts/ bongo time/ clap clasp knife clap-
jazz/ & gipsy waltz
motz me good
baby
eye balls roll through hollow tunnels

back to the future
no….. my voyager
on board borgs hirogens & talaxians
outta space
groovy
states sun-ra from a callow back

turk rap ringtones
my feet breakbeat
gawk-gerhard gawks
my fists wanna feel gobs not pussys
[winter calls them]

my right arm beads of sweat from next-seat
next-seat: other women’s brown sugar
wheels whir our love vows
no man’s land of everyday nihilists
but he giveth me roses & multiplyeth my orgasms
cos of rosa he leaves me
too early
to scratch landscapes into windows
for our children

i weep the gangway clean
my glance targets his bald head
asshole.

from now on i find my way
through station massacres & reich chancellery marble
alone

through a door headscarfs wave
in the wind
a bouquet of colours
fist rises
to salute
colours change course

attack of the furious fixing pins!
i show my aura card
from the quartet of average heroes
& whisper my powers to life
peace be still
peace be still peace be still peace be still

stillness
wheels rattle to death
last stop insanity
peace be still

on the eighth day i get re:
born
tzar alexander my midwife on
fuck-me-pumps & ecstasy
candyman donates life to me
junkie rips my head off
tango to the heat haze of the berliner luft luft luft

& somewhere
still life
hidden beyond gully covers

Featured Poem:

home or the journey to my lunatic blackness

Enlarge poem

i spent nights on the nile
waiting for a star over a rooftop
until i finally discovered
: the wrong river had gone into my veins

thus i travelled i travelled
guided by the full moon
i crossed mountains & bridges
& met several bitches
who tried to convert me
with glitter & gold
dicks in glasses treetrunk size
jesus white on their side
in person of a fat-bellied priest
who at dinnertime eats
1
black
child

but it was too late

it was too late
for their mission to be fulfilled
the river in my veins
had made my body rise
to the size of a queen not a princess

thus every corset
they pressed on my nakedness
on the road from
being their slave to being my mistress
the river broke it
just before the next day’s caress

when i kissed my grandmother’s forehead
they gave up/ wished me
all the evil on my neck
& the devil in my bed
& tried to pray me into hell
amenamenhallelujah

instead i travelled back
to my own heaven
the black man’s eden
the black woman’s womb
i travelled back
to my own heaven
the black wo/man’s eden
the black wo/man’s womb
where stars over rooftops
were that plenty
that i bathed in their shine
ich entstieg diesem bad
das mich von der endlichkeit entblätterte
pur & rein
es befreite mich vom dreck meiner erbsünden
und nahm sie auf der milchstraße
mit weit hinter den mars
yes i bathed in their shine
& when i raised my head
for the very first time
astonished that this was really possible
& not just old women’s whisper over the fireground
when i raised my head for the very first time
i became blind
of too much
of too much unfiltered beauty

thus i travelled
into absolute blackness
& embraced all colours of
my new-gained darkness
regardless of the alledged loss
of white man’s reality
the black woman’s sunglasses
i had no use for no more
because i had reached my final destination:

home

in my lunatic blackness
outside of your reality
inside of Me

home or the journey to my lunatic blackness by Chantel-Fleur Sandjon

Download the audio file

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (7)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

bln zu rädern

Enlarge poem

ich muss in den untergrund
zombieherzen/ bongotime/ schnippschnippmesser-
jazz/ & zigeunerwalzer
motz mir einen runter
baby
augäpfel kugeln schächtelang

zurück in die zukunft
nein….. mein raumschiff voyager
an bord borg hirogen & talaxianer
outta space
groovy
so sun-ra von einer kahlen rückenwand

türkenrap klingelt
meine füße breakbeaten
glotzschmidti glotzt
meine fäuste wollen fressen spüren
[winter zieht an ihnen]

mein rechter arm schweißperlen von nebenan
nebenan: anderer frauen brown sugar
räder surren unsere liebesschwüre
niemandsland von alltagsnihilisten
er aber schenkt mir rosen & multiple orgasmen
wegen rosa verlässt er mich
zu früh
um landschaften für unsere kinder
in fenster zu ritzen

ich weine den gang sauber
mein blick zielt auf seinen kahlen hinterkopf
arschloch.

ab jetzt kämpf ich mich allein
durch bahnhofsgemetzel & reichsmarmormassen

eine türe weht kopftücher
im winde
ein farbenreigen
faust erhebt sich
zum gruße
farbenreigen wechselt die richtung

stecknadelattacke!
ich ziehe die aura-karte
im quartett der durchschnittshelden
& flüstere meine kraft in fahrt
peace be still
peace be still peace be still peace be still

stille
räder klirren zu tode
endstation wahnsinn
peace be still

am achten tage werde ich wieder-
geboren
zar alexander meine hebamme auf
nuttenpumps & xtc
ein dealer schenkt mir lebenselixier
ein junkie reißt mir den kopf ab
tango zum flimmern der berliner luft luft luft

& irgendwo
noch leben
versteckt hinter gullyritzen

[translation]

i gotta go underground
zombie hearts/ bongo time/ clap clasp knife clap-
jazz/ & gipsy waltz
motz me good
baby
eye balls roll through hollow tunnels

back to the future
no….. my voyager
on board borgs hirogens & talaxians
outta space
groovy
states sun-ra from a callow back

turk rap ringtones
my feet breakbeat
gawk-gerhard gawks
my fists wanna feel gobs not pussys
[winter calls them]

my right arm beads of sweat from next-seat
next-seat: other women’s brown sugar
wheels whir our love vows
no man’s land of everyday nihilists
but he giveth me roses & multiplyeth my orgasms
cos of rosa he leaves me
too early
to scratch landscapes into windows
for our children

i weep the gangway clean
my glance targets his bald head
asshole.

from now on i find my way
through station massacres & reich chancellery marble
alone

through a door headscarfs wave
in the wind
a bouquet of colours
fist rises
to salute
colours change course

attack of the furious fixing pins!
i show my aura card
from the quartet of average heroes
& whisper my powers to life
peace be still
peace be still peace be still peace be still

stillness
wheels rattle to death
last stop insanity
peace be still

on the eighth day i get re:
born
tzar alexander my midwife on
fuck-me-pumps & ecstasy
candyman donates life to me
junkie rips my head off
tango to the heat haze of the berliner luft luft luft

& somewhere
still life
hidden beyond gully covers

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