The thing is about that poem, yeah, is that it can be interpreted in SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS if you are clever like me and not dumb and ignorant like an ASH-Hochschulstudent*in. I am able to analyse texts, all they can do is whinge and whine. LIKE MAYBE (wait for this, you guys) the bloke in the poem is not sexist yeah MAYBE maybe maybe maybe MAYBE (wait for it, wait for it) he is not being sexist at all, MAYBE he is just blind and remembering how he used to perv at girls when he was able to see. Ha, see, Sprachfaschsismus totally destroys your ability to analyse texts! Or MAYBE maybe maybe maybe MAYBE he is a little tiny bit sexist but actually he is missing his guinea pig which died three weeks ago and trying to distract himself by perving over women from the window. Or MAYBE maybe maybe maybe MAYBE he is gay and he is literally admiring the women in a totally neutral, non-sexy way, he just likes their trendy haircuts and nice coats.
And MAYBE maybe maybe MAYBE (wait for it, wait for it) he is actually a feminist! Ha Sprachpolizeifail! Maybe MAYBE maybe MAYBE maybe MAYBE (WAIT FOR IT) he doesn’t even have a dick. Maybe MAYBE maybe MAYBE maybe MAYBE maybe MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE (wait FOR it) he was in a terrible car accident and his legs and dicks got cut off and all he can do is look out the window and MAYBE maybe MAYBE maybe MAYBE (wait for it, wait for it) he doesn’t even want to fuck women but has a weird horticultural fetish where he only wants to fuck flowers and maybe MAYBE maybe MAYBE maybe MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE (wait for it!) he is looking out the window, dick and legs amputated after a terrible car accident on an avenue and he doesn’t want to fuck women but he would like to jizz on a daffodil because he has an illness called horticulturalophilia and MAYBE (wait for it, man!) the women in the street he is admiring are literally actually like Simone de Beauvoir and Alice Schwarzer and that poem woman Adrienne Rich who have just zufällig sich getroffen right underneath his window (wait for it) AND THAT IS WHY HE ADMIRES THEM SO MUCH BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SMASH THE PATRIARCHY AND ACTUALLY the poem is ACTUALLY (wait for it, wait for it) a feminist polemic about how terrible it is when people reduce women to objects when they should actually all chop their dicks off.
(Amazing how imaginative Germans have become at analysing poems all of a sudden but if you ever ask them „Would you rather be stuck in an U-Bahn or an S-Bahn driver?“ they always say „I refuse to answer this question as I will never do either of these jobs, I haven’t done the Ausbildung.“)