Anything unusual about Maik’s poem?
Hello, what is striking about the linguistic and formal design of this poem by Maik from the young adult novel Tschick?
"I love you. And it doesn't matter.
Winter is coming. A warm scarf.
It's better than a cold one.
I'm too ugly for my age.
You're too beautiful. And that will pass.
This is nothing new. Nothing stays, nothing stands still.
A Lada is parked in a no-parking zone.
In a hundred years we’ll be dead.”
Above all, it is noticed in the poem that the normal book editions of this novel do not occur at all. But it’s a good idea. Where did you get that? There’s a real writing talent hidden somewhere – we have to find it and use its potential.