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ANDAhya Hassan yelled at her readers with each line. Each poem in its debut seemed to be spinning, and each letter was capitalized. It was a violent and violent event, and when his self-titled volume of poetry appeared in 2013, it became a triumph for the Danes.
Matthias Wyssuwa
Political correspondent for Northern Germany and Scandinavia based in Hamburg.
His screams made him famous, far beyond the borders of his homeland. In less than a year, more than 100,000 copies of the book were sold. But early fame did not bring him much luck. He was valued and rejected, courted and threatened. It was announced Thursday that his lifeless body had been found. He was 24 years old. On Thursday night, the Danish newspaper Politiken described his obituary for Hassan with the phrase: “Yahya Hassan’s death is colossally shocking, but at the same time painfully predictable.”
When Hassan became famous, he was barely eighteen years old and his success cannot be understood without the life he lived until then, the lines are inseparable from what he had experienced. Not only was he a talented poet with a screwed up childhood, he was also the migrant boy from the troubled area who screamed what many had never heard before.
Hassan grew up in Aarhus, the son of Palestinian immigrants, in a difficult neighborhood with a very high proportion of foreigners. His childhood was marked by violence and fear, at first he became visible as a minor criminal and ended up in homes. There he began to write poems, and his writing talent soon caught on. It was promoted. She began a relationship with a married supervisor in her early forties, who should also end in the drama. You should also write about this in your poems.
What Hassan wrote above all brought a vision of the world of migrants that was not known before. Denmark had not found words to speak about what was happening in some suburbs and immigrant districts for a long time. Then came a right-wing populist party and used wordlessness at the beginning of two thousand years to make the rise with great rhetoric.
When Hassan published his book, many spoke with amazing severity about integration and immigration issues. Only not those who lived in the problem areas. But Hassan not only recounted how he and his family met the Danes and the Danish state in their neighborhood. Rather, he relentlessly attacked his parents’ immigrant generation. He reported on the violence in his family (“When my little brother got angry / had / was awakened with beatings”), the withdrawal and the refusal to integrate: “Then his father fled from the refugee camps / And then my father fled from / refugee camps / And then they transform our parents / Danish blocks into refugee camps / they bring our grandparents / our uncles and aunts / and get all the social welfare, “he wrote, or:” He is married to Muslims but lives / for separated for the community / so his wife for that Social welfare office / single mother. ” In a poem titled “You are going to go to hell, my brother”, he condensed all this into the lines: “I do not love you parents, I hate your / misfortune / I hate your headscarves and crowns / And your illiterate prophets”.
Her debut was enthusiastically received, the power of her language was praised, and of course her work was also discussed politically. He himself refused to participate in the debate on political integration, but then he was supposed to be involved in a small party that wanted to become a voice for migrants in Denmark, but did not enter Parliament. Hassan not only suddenly became a celebrity, but was also an outcast. He was not only criticized by Muslims in Denmark for portraying immigrants who were unwilling to integrate. He was threatened, attacked by an Islamist, and given personal protection. It also made headlines in his drug use, and in 2016 he was sentenced to one year and nine months in prison for shooting a young gang member whom he felt threatened. “Yahya Hassan 2” was released last year. He was in prison, and also in psychiatry. Her body was found in her apartment in Aarhus on Wednesday.
