The lyrical work of Michael Krüger captures three decades of German reality. It often revolves around simple things that are difficult to express because high discourses no longer have a language for them. And like in the performance of an illusionist, the everyday becomes sensational, while the apparent sensations shrink into the ordinary. The sharp gaze at things is met with doubt about the validity of what is said; and perhaps we realize that these archives of doubt were entirely our own, even before we knew it. That Krüger's poems are considered a secure part of German poetry, so self-evident in their poetic energy, so convincing in their quest for the right questions as well as their assertion of being part of the answer, is evidenced by this selection.