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HERBERT KUHNER Romancier, Lyriker, Dramatiker und Übersetzer ist 1935 in Wien in geboren. Er emigrierte 1939 in die Vereinigten Staaten und studierte an der Lawrenceville School und Columbia University. Nach Wien kehrte er 1963 zurück, wo er als ein freier Schriftsteller und Übersetzer lebt.

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Remigration

Another topic I have “touched upon” is “remigration.” This word is a neologism, which means coming back to where you have been driven out.I've always said that I wanted a smooth ride, but I couldn't help rocking the boat. Rocking seems to be in my genes.

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Remarkable People

On the road I have traveled, I have met many remarkable people. First I name my friend and mentor the late Emile Capouya. “Mike” encouraged me over the years and published two of my books in New York.

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grew up in the United States, associating with the New York City jazz and coffee scene in the 1950s. ". . I've always said that I wanted to have smooth sailing, but I couldn't help rocking the boat. Rocking seems to be in my genes". As a subtitle I’ve chosen “Stepping out of line,” which is a movement my feet can’t seem to avoid making.

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Vienna Today

Returning to my birthplace has given me a unique opportunity of writing on Third Reich Revisionism. This topic interlinks with Violence under the Guise of Art like pieces of a puzzle to reveal how the past manifests itself in the present.

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Archive for March 4th, 2008

Learning to be Clean

A Propos Cleanliness!
This is where
you learn to be clean.
I’ve never seen
so many faucets and sinks,
so much soap
and so many nail brushes.
There’s soaping and soaping,
scrubbing and scrubbing,
brushing and brushing,
rubbing and rubbing,
drying and drying
and wiping and wiping.
At every occasion
the plugs are put in,
the faucets are turned on
and soap is generously applied.
Hands are washed and washed
until they’re chaffed […]

Posted: March 4th, 2008 under Poetry, Political.
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