16. THE BEAT GOES ON - notes from Liverpool
A reading of texts by Juergen Kisters
Sometime I am but then went to Liverpool. Sure, it might have happened
years earlier, but it did not happen. I could also say that I've been
waiting for the right time. Just as it has been. I waited not aware,
but in hindsight it was me to be so. I was 37 years old when I first
came to Liverpool. In fact, I'm wearing the city since my childhood
in the heart. Ever since I was five years old, to be precise. At that
time I heard the Beatles for the first time conscious. But honestly
I'm not sure whether I had had also heard the name Liverpool. Later
Liverpool and the Beatles had become inseparable, even if I said no
every time I heard one of their songs, deliberately made. With many
things I have forgotten when I heard it the first time or saw. Like
me in many activities not know when I made them the first time. When
I first touched a light switch. Or a book opened. Or put on a sock.
Or independently washed my hands with a bar of soap. As far as my
conscious memories back. Or are these things just were not impressive
enough. Part of the mental development is that we will forget and
some experience for granted. The ordinariness does not remember you.
Liverpool, however, that's for sure, is anything but an ordinary city
I remember when I was about five years old, and songs of the Beatles
on the radio heard an old tube radio and a portable radio, both Blaupunkt
by the company, and I found the melody, the rhythm and the kind of
song so fantastic I was singing along. I had no idea of the English
language, but I imitated the sounds to easy. Children can do that,
you make quite naturally, if they are not prevented. They do not ask
themselves how their singing sounds in the ears of others. I was not
discouraged, to sing the songs of the Beatles. "Can not buy me
love", and "I wanna hold your hand." And then "Come
give me your hand", the version sung by the Beatles in German.
Only some time later, I was told that I was tone deaf and could not
sing, but there was my passion for the singing of Beatles songs fortunate
to have developed indestructible. Very soon, I knew that the Beatles
came from Liverpool. I can not remember, by whose voice I heard the
name of the city for the first time. Possibly through the voice of
a radio announcer or a television presenter. But perhaps by my father
or my mother. Liverpool. I asked a lot of questions as a kid, and
I was told by a lot. Maybe I asked, "And where come from the
Beatles'" From Liverpool "came the reply. A city from which
people came, sang the songs had such a fantastic, its a fantastic
place, I thought. Children think so.
And then there was the matter with this mistaken football match between
1.FC Cologne and Liverpool. Like many young boys as early as age four
or five years of my hometown football club was my favorite football
club. Apart from TUS height house, the suburban club of the district
in which I lived. I lived in Cologne, and 1.FC Cologne was in my early
childhood as the best football club in Germany, for a few years at
least. The crew of the 1.FC Cologne had become in the season 1963/1964
German champions, and for this reason she played in the following
season in the competition of the European Champions' Cup. In the quarterfinals,
she met the English champions, Liverpool. This was not just any meeting,
but the three games and also a canceled game were one of these soccer
events, which people already guessed that it would become a legend
when it was still in progress. The first game in Cologne was unspectacular
and ended zero to zero. The second game in Liverpool was canceled
because of snow, after the Cologne players were in their white jerseys
already accumulated on the snowy turf at Anfield. The Liverpool players
have remained the same in the cabin, although they would have looked
wonderful with their red jerseys on the white board. As the game then
some time later took place, made the Cologne goalkeeper Anton, Toni
Schumacher called the game of his life and prevented with its breathtaking
parades the Liverpool victory. Again, it was zero to zero. A football
match in an English stadium to survive without conceding was basically
as an incredible success. The third, which was then all-important
game in Rotterdam. The Liverpool team was after the first half, already
with two-goal lead. Although no one put a damn about the Cologne team,
it was a draw after ninety minutes Two to two. The extension of thirty
minutes produced no winner. So the winner was decided for the first
time in the history of football with a lot. The referee threw up a
chip. But instead of falling to the red or the white side, the chip
was dropped and vertically stuck in the muddy grass. Again, no decision.
The referee threw the chip again, and this time he fell to the red
side and the Liverpool Football Club had won. To this drama was added
as another dramatic episode, was that the Cologne player Wolfgang
Weber played eighty minutes long with a broken leg and calf moves
only limped across the lawn. I had the decision-making game, which
was broadcast on television in the evening, then not seen them live.
The six year old had at least eight clock to bed. But my father had
told me the story. And he did this so exciting and so dramatic that
I have the game between 1.FC Cologne and Liverpool for the most fantastic
football event held, of which I had heard before. A team that played
so well that the Cologne team they could not defeat had to be phenomenal.
Anyway, I thought she was phenomenal, and I held the Liverpool Football
Club for phenomenal, and I kept the city from which he came, for phenomenal.
I do not know why and how to implement such ideas themselves. Anyway,
I played since the day on which I had heard of this game of football
with the Münzwurfentscheidung, the match between 1.FC Cologne
and Liverpool after incessantly, depending on weather conditions on
the grass in our garden or on the carpet in the living room. I knew
the names of all players, the Cologne and Liverpool, and in my game
I commented as a radio reporter, I said it again and again. I know
them today. Since then Liverpool is next to the 1.FC Köln my
favorite football club. If I just look at it, my feeling for Liverpool
is even stronger than for the 1.FC Köln. And this is not because
of Liverpool in the decades played a furious football, English giants
and was four times won the European Champions Cup. But maybe it has
to do with it also.
A city from which the football player of Liverpool FC came and in
the stadium at Anfield for every game a legendary atmosphere prevailed,
from the Beatles came, and where the wonderful sound was a life lived
in the air, had something special , I thought. Since I had developed
this idea as a child, I wore Liverpool in the heart, wherever I went.
I had never even been to Liverpool, did not matter. Even when I was
old enough and made their own trips, I went strangely never to Liverpool.
I thought a few times that when I at a young age made several trips
to Ireland, and braving the ferry translated from a distant place
called Liverpool not far from Holyhead to Dublin. I thought about
it, but I did not. For whatever reason. It was not a conscious decision
weighed. But it was probably just the right intuitively, to my beautiful,
my mythical image of Liverpool not to compromise. Not infrequently
is broken on contact with the lived reality a substantive Idenbild
relentlessly. In those 1980s Liverpool was in a rather difficult situation.
Violence and destruction, tough political battles and a savage life
hardness influenced the appearance of the city. No sign of the ease
and confidence that resonates in the music of the Beatles. Intuitively,
I had avoided the trip to Liverpool, and then for many years no longer
thought, as I went about other fixed ideas, artistic and political,
and was involved in all sorts of personal projects and political struggles.
It was only by chance I came in the mid-1990s to Liverpool. Of course,
I do not think it was a coincidence. Eventually I had to come to this
city, and in the mid-1990s was the perfect time. The old Liverpool
was still recognizable, but the city had recovered from its worst
period already a little. The great violence and destruction had ceased,
that people are tired from the effort of rebellion and wanted to rest.
After years of a diffuse Rebellierens and a dull feeling of hopelessness,
the city had come to rest. A modest confidence and a new sense of
the future arose. I felt at that time very clearly.
So I came to this city, which had been familiar to me since childhood.
During the flight, and the train trip I had feared, with my history
in my bag I could only be disappointed. But in reality I was excited
from the first moment. It was summer and sunny when I out of the station
through the side door stepped into the street. I felt really familiar.
It was like coming home. I felt an amazing connection with the city,
and above all, its people. Of course, I immediately saw and felt the
difference in cultural tradition. England and Germany, which have
different cultural worlds. Liverpool will be added in the Irish influence,
for I feel since I was young also a lot of sympathy. I curious everything
I saw and heard in Liverpool, soaked up in me, so of course my simple
everyday appeared in the streets. If I just look at it, my strong
sense of everydayness and my curious attention are inextricably intertwined
since childhood. I sat and listened attentively looks, and on my return
wrote a long poem, which I called "The Beat Goes On". Since
then I have been many times in Liverpool. And as is my nature, I have
always taken notes on my observations, thoughts and feelings. With
each trip, I took notes, and a lot has come together. I wrote about
my encounters with people, holding events, into which I fell accidentally
wrote about my arrival overviews of many phenomena in the city and
to the changes which have taken place over the years. I wrote about
memories, about sudden fancies and fantasies about the repetition.
Some events have been writing about stories, others remained fragments.
All these texts fill many notebooks and stacks of paper with leaves
loosely described. I read it after writing any more. The idea of reading
a few of these texts other people is a good opportunity to look at
all the writing again. To remember. And to investigate the stories
and aphorisms in their evolved over the years to sequence possible
relationships and lines of development. The writing to me is an everyday
process, like breathing and eating. For me it is an assurance of my
existence. Many issues I care. Not to say, almost everything is productive
in order to be able to discover something. Liverpool is one of many
topics, and also a special for me. This difference is what matters,
I'm sure. There are always subtle differences that matter.
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