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Article from Die Zeit about the Hamburg "Existenzialistenkellerchen" ["Existentialists' Cellar"] (1952)

In West Germany, new cultural forms found a home not only in Berlin, but also in other cities as well. In this article, journalist Wolfgang Menge reports in an ironic tone on the staid atmosphere at the “Existenzialistenkellerchen” [“Existentialists’ Cellar”] founded by young people from the student and jazz scenes in Hamburg.

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When the Club awakens . . .

An “existentialists’ cellar” has established itself in Hamburg. Of course, upon closer inspection it is a little more harmless than its French model or the one in Berlin, which also may have served as something of a godfather: Die “Badewanne” [“The Bathtub”].

The cellar was founded by two existing groups: by members of the Hamburg Student Theater and members of the Jazz Club. This is a splendid mix that is most evident in the fact that the name comes from the student theater, while the activities are dominated by the jazz club.

“Working Group for Progressive Art” is what the young people call their organization, which is to be formally registered soon and was launched with a big to-do. The “working groups” are held in a downtown cellar, which formerly fulfilled important functions as an air raid shelter and later also as a coal cellar. The artists in the organization have spruced it up a bit. The walls have been plastered with newspaper that has been decorated with paint. There is a lamp here and there, a bar as well, a podium for the band, and barrels to sit on . . . yes, that’s about it. Actually, no, there’s also a thick rope; it’s supposed to separate the workers from the band. Otherwise everything is cement. Money is tight and rent alone eats up 200 DM.

“The 65 members of the club split into two halves,” says the leader of the Stage and Film Group (there are also other groups: Music, Fine Arts, Literature, and Journalism), “this is a new kind of symbiosis. On the one hand, there are the artists – those who think they are, those who actually are, and those who want to be. And then the audience, which we have simply included in the club.”

The goal of the club is “to hold meetings, to work, to socialize.” Well, I’m sure it won’t be all that bad. Excerpts were already presented on the first evening; the self-composed poetic pieces that were recited suggest that the club might be better off sticking with music. Although the young club members listened attentively to what their chairman from Stage and Film read to them, they didn’t really believe that this was modern art. In fact, the young people who gather there are all basically good kids. All of them are around 20, 21 years old, just out of school or in a commercial apprenticeship in the import-export trade, as is proper for a Hanseatic city. After all, it’s not their fault that this chairman is in his eighth semester of his philosophy studies.

As for the girls – a third of the club members are female – it’s not entirely clear if they’re good. But there is nothing bad one can say about them, either. For on the very first evening I heard one of them saying, filled with a sense of responsibility: “No, I cannot dance all night. My little one wakes up at seven, and then I don’t have another quiet minute.”

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