Mr. CHRISTA BELL (Poet): Because your eyes remind me of watermelon rinds scraped clean of their meat by narrow teeth because today your skin is not burnished honey but a bitterherb chew to hold the grief at bay, because your lips are the purple grapes of (unintelligible).
Germans who do drink beer are increasingly going for the milder brews from Bavaria, rather than the bitter, herb-heavy beer of north Germany, where Becks is brewed.