Fredy Stäheli and Dieter Zwicky

Between poetic frenzy and a general threat of silence.

Fredy Stäheli’s monstrously cheerful voracity for words turns into a poetic frenzy full of spiced-up vocabulary and linguistic exaggeration. In the throat, the words are choked up one last time and cut short with the elegance of a blood-red pocket knife. A hoarse cure. Dieter Zwicky’s cheerful, hoarse poetry soars from Schänis via Adelaide to Tasmania, turning Glarus North into the elegant centre of the world. A joyful rejection of literary purism and the barren outcomes of silence retreats.