His first book of prose miniatures, “Larifari: A Confused Book”, appeared in 1956 as part of a series of works by young Austrian writers. But it wasn’t until a decade later, when she was 42, that she published her first volume of poetry, “Death by Muses.” This established him as a leading lyrical voice of his generation.
Soon after, in 1969, he took early retirement after 24 years of teaching English and devoted the rest of his long life to writing.
That writing was extraordinary. The 2003 edition of his collected poems, published by Suhrkamp, contains over 1,000 pieces. His prose works run in more than 20 volumes, including a series of memoirs by him and Mr. Jundal. The most extensive sample of his poetry to appear in English is “Raving Language: Selected Poems 1946–2005”.
Ms. Myrokar once distinguished between verse and prose in this way: “Writing poetry is like painting in watercolours. Writing prose is a difficult art, like sculpture.”
Earlier this year, a selection of his autobiographical works was published in English with the title “Communicating Ships” From Public Space Books. Ms Merokar said her books, which were mostly printed in volumes of only several thousand copies, did not make her rich. “I live off prize money,” she said in a courier interview.
He did not immediately leave anyone alive.
Ms. Merocker’s latest book, “Morning and Mossgreen as I. Step on the window,” Published last July, was shortlisted for the 2021 Leipzig Book Fair Prize. The jury that nominated her drew attention to the way she “mixes poetry and prose into a ‘pramoda’ full of praises, vanities, fantasies, daydreams.”
Summarizing her life in the 1988 story “My Heart My Room is My Name,” written without punctuation, she chose to keep things simple: “I live, I write.”
He elaborated in a 2013 Welt interview. “Death is indeed a tyrant,” she said. “Because you don’t want to leave, but you have to, because he wants you to. You haven’t done everything you want to do yet. And I still need a lot. This will happen at some point before I die.” Can’t imagine saying: Enough with the writing now.