Marx is talking

Some days when the light gets brighter in the West,

I watch the glittering streams of money,

foaming and breaking the banks,

flooding previously barren land.

I am amused by the dictatorship of waffle,

the currently accepted theory of society, according to

what I hear from down there. I am well.

I meet God sometimes. He looks rested.

We discuss metaphysical matters, not without humour and

He comes across astonishingly well versed, dialectically.

Only recently, he asked me for an edition of my complete works.

He claimed he couldn’t find one anywhere.

Not that he wanted to believe in it, he said,

But there is no harm in reading, is there?

I gave him my own copy, the last

of the blue edition incl. commentaries.

Actually, he is more learned than I thought.

Theology bores him; he doesn't agree with

deconstruction; he thinks psychoanalysis is rubbish

and he won’t hear of it. His prejudices are amazing.

For example, he will forgive Nietzsche

even the most foolish thought; Hegel, on the other hand,

he cannot stand. He is too shy to speak of his own project. Please,

he said recently after a long look

down onto earth, please get ready.

Michael Krüger

(poor translation is my own, I am sure he can do it so much better)