To Botho Strauss in Berlin
Michael Hulse, 30 March 1989
“... Your cool high-ceilinged life is naked as a stage, as if you’d taken an apartment where the set-designer of your dreams had recently moved out. It is a theatre after the première, filled up to emptiness with applause. I think of God the Almighty after the ball, sitting as you imagined him on the palace steps, asleep in his slippers and topper. Let there (he mumbles in his slumber, dreamy and calmly afraid) be light ... ”