Horst Tomayer
Horst Tomayer (1 November 1938, Asch, Sudetenland (now Aš, Czech Republic) – 13 December 2013, Hamburg, Germany) was a German poet, columnist, and actor. His column, "Tomayers ehrliches Tagebuch", was published from 1982 to 2013 in the monthly magazine Konkret. Life. After an apprenticeship as an insurance salesman, Tomayer was "a war veteran, pavement painter, IM, Niete 'at the MfS, trainee at Wolfgang Neuss, with columnist Stefan Aust of St. Pauli news and actors in many soap operas'". In the 1970s, Tomayer worked at the Berlin Extra Service and was the author of numerous radio contributions, especially in the  Westdeutscher Rundfunk-based "Kritisches Tagebuch". As an employee of the monthly magazine Konkret, he led numerous covert telephone conversations with high officials, entrepreneurs and dignitaries in the 1980s, and, as a "typical Bavarian" reactionary, he produced astonishing expressions, which then appeared in the magazine. He talked with Ernst Jünger, among other things, with the voice of Luis Trenker, which he mentioned in his later published notebooks - until the end did not know that it was a joke of Tomayer. Tomayer's column, "Tomayer's ehrliches Tagebuch", was published until shortly before his death in the German column Konkret. Along with  publisher Hermann L. Gremliza, he joined as a performing artist in the series ""Sehr gemischtes Doppel"". In 1990, the Federal Constitutional Court ruled that Tomayer's parody of the German anthem Deutschlandlied, had to be regarded as satire and thus art. Tomayer had been previously accused of denigrating the state and its symbols with the lines "German Turks, German Pershings / German Big Mac, German Punk / Shall In the World / Your Old Beautiful Sound". He died on 13 December 2013 following complications from cancer. Fellows about Tomayer. <poem> Hotte, Hüh! – wir Radelnden Sind die sich selber Adelnden Ob Sonne  oder Regenschauer Wir radeln gegen Bergsons Dauer Denn Da"sein" hier auf Erden Das gibt’s bloß als Da"werden" Bis zum Exit, bis zum Schlusse – Süffisante Sisyphusse Schon biste über siebzig Und sagst Dir selbst: Dett jiebt sich. </poem>