Jörg Fauser’s poems from the early years, 1974 to 1979, are political, intoxicated, romantic and revelatory – newly introduced with a foreword by author Björn Kuhligk.

»We were [. . .] rebuked again and again, accused of having dragged the poem out of its noble realm onto the landfill site, amongst the broken refrigerators, the rusted beer cans, the dirty undergarments. According to this world view, if one wants to call it that, our audience mainly consists of unwashed, uneducated louts, without history, without nation; of hash addicts, whores, junkies, rock’n’roll freaks, those who are hopeless and lost to society, devoid of any accomplishment, any future . . . In reality, of course, our audience – like that of our critics – is made up of shy shorthand typists, German teachers with two Siamese cats, and at least as many future pastoral ministers as customs inspectors. And a dangerous criminal here and there; it depends very much on whether people are given the opportunity to learn to read.« 
( Jörg Fauser in tip magazine 22 /1980)