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Classic Poetry Series, , Bertolt Brecht, - poems -, , Publication Date:, 2012, , Publisher:, Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive
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Bertolt Brecht(10 February 1898 – 14 August 1956), Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht; was a German poet, playwright, and theatre, director., An influential theatre practitioner of the 20th century, Brecht made equally, significant contributions to dramaturgy and theatrical production, the latter, particularly through the seismic impact of the tours undertaken by the Berliner, Ensemble — the post-war theatre company operated by Brecht and his wife,, long-time collaborator and actress Helene Weigel., <b>Life and Career</b>, Bavaria (1898–1924), Bertolt Brecht was born in Augsburg, Bavaria, (about 50 miles (80 km) northwest of Munich) to a conventionally-devout Protestant mother and a Catholic, father (who had been persuaded to have a Protestant wedding). His father, worked for a paper mill, becoming its managing director in 1914. Thanks to his, mother's influence, Brecht knew the Bible, a familiarity that would impact on his, writing throughout his life. From her, too, came the "dangerous image of the, self-denying woman" that recurs in his drama. Brecht's home life was, comfortably middle class, despite what his occasional attempt to claim peasant, origins implied. At school in Augsburg he met Caspar Neher, with whom he, formed a lifelong creative partnership, Neher designing many of the sets for, Brecht's dramas and helping to forge the distinctive visual iconography of their, epic theatre., When he was 16, the First World War broke out. Initially enthusiastic, Brecht, soon changed his mind on seeing his classmates "swallowed by the army". On his, father's recommendation, Brecht sought a loophole by registering for an, additional medical course at Munich University, where he enrolled in 1917. There, he studied drama with Arthur Kutscher, who inspired in the young Brecht an, admiration for the iconoclastic dramatist and cabaret-star Wedekind., From July 1916, Brecht's newspaper articles began appearing under the new, name "Bert Brecht" (his first theatre criticism for the Augsburger Volkswille, appeared in October 1919). Brecht was drafted into military service in the, autumn of 1918, only to be posted back to Augsburg as a medical orderly in a, military VD clinic; the war ended a month later., , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 1
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In July 1919, Brecht and Paula Banholzer (who had begun a relationship in 1917), had a son, Frank. In 1920 Brecht's mother died., Some time in either 1920 or 1921, Brecht took a small part in the political, cabaret of the Munich comedian Karl Valentin. Brecht's diaries for the next few, years record numerous visits to see Valentin perform. Brecht compared Valentin, to Chaplin, for his "virtually complete rejection of mimicry and cheap, psychology". Writing in his Messingkauf Dialogues years later, Brecht identified, Valentin, along with Wedekind and Büchner, as his "chief influences" at that, time:, But the man he [Brecht writes of himself in the third person] learnt most from, was the clown Valentin, who performed in a beer-hall. He did short sketches in, which he played refractory employees, orchestral musicians or photographers,, who hated their employers and made them look ridiculous. The employer was, played by his partner, a popular woman comedian who used to pad herself out, and speak in a deep bass voice., Brecht's first full-length play, Baal (written 1918), arose in response to an, argument in one of Kutscher's drama seminars, initiating a trend that persisted, throughout his career of creative activity that was generated by a desire to, counter another work (both others' and his own, as his many adaptations and rewrites attest). "Anyone can be creative," he quipped, "it's rewriting other people, that's a challenge." Brecht completed his second major play, Drums in the Night,, in February 1919., In 1922 while still living in Munich, Brecht came to the attention of an influential, Berlin critic, Herbert Ihering: "At 24 the writer Bert Brecht has changed, Germany's literary complexion overnight"—he enthused in his review of Brecht's, first play to be produced, Drums in the Night—"[he] has given our time a new, tone, a new melody, a new vision. [...] It is a language you can feel on your, tongue, in your gums, your ear, your spinal column." In November it was, announced that Brecht had been awarded the prestigious Kleist Prize (intended, for unestablished writers and probably Germany's most significant literary award,, until it was abolished in 1932) for his first three plays (Baal, Drums in the Night,, and In the Jungle, although at that point only Drums had been produced). The, citation for the award insisted that:, "[Brecht's] language is vivid without being deliberately poetic, symbolical without, being over literary. Brecht is a dramatist because his language is felt physically, and in the round.", , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 2
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That year he married the Viennese opera-singer Marianne Zoff. Their, daughter—Hanne Hiob (1923–2009)—was a successful German actress., In 1923, Brecht wrote a scenario for what was to become a short slapstick film,, Mysteries of a Barbershop, directed by Erich Engel and starring Karl Valentin., Despite a lack of success at the time, its experimental inventiveness and the, subsequent success of many of its contributors have meant that it is now, considered one of the most important films in German film history. In May of that, year, Brecht's In the Jungle premiered in Munich, also directed by Engel. Opening, night proved to be a "scandal"—a phenomenon that would characterize many of, his later productions during the Weimar Republic—in which Nazis blew whistles, and threw stink bombs at the actors on the stage., In 1924 Brecht worked with the novelist and playwright Lion Feuchtwanger, (whom he had met in 1919) on an adaptation of Christopher Marlowe's Edward II, that proved to be a milestone in Brecht's early theatrical and dramaturgical, development. Brecht's Edward II constituted his first attempt at collaborative, writing and was the first of many classic texts he was to adapt. As his first solo, directorial début, he later credited it as the germ of his conception of "epic, theatre". That September, a job as assistant dramaturg at Max Reinhardt's, Deutsches Theater—at the time one of the leading three or four theatres in the, world—brought him to Berlin., Weimar Republic Berlin (1925–33), In 1923 Brecht's marriage to Zoff began to break down (though they did not, divorce until 1927). Brecht had become involved with both Elisabeth Hauptmann, and Helene Weigel. Brecht and Weigel's son, Stefan, was born in October 1924., In his role as dramaturg, Brecht had much to stimulate him but little work of his, own. Reinhardt staged Shaw's Saint Joan, Goldoni's Servant of Two Masters (with, the improvisational approach of the commedia dell'arte in which the actors, chatted with the prompter about their roles), and Pirandello's Six Characters in, Search of an Author in his group of Berlin theatres. A new version of Brecht's, third play, now entitled Jungle: Decline of a Family, opened at the Deutsches, Theater in October 1924, but was not a success., At this time Brecht revised his important "transitional poem", "Of Poor BB". In, 1925, his publishers provided him with Elisabeth Hauptmann as an assistant for, the completion of his collection of poems, Devotions for the Home (Hauspostille,, eventually published in January 1927). She continued to work with him after the, publisher's commission ran out., , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 3
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In 1925 in Mannheim the artistic exhibition Neue Sachlichkeit ("new objectivity"), had given its name to the new post-Expressionist movement in the German arts., With little to do at the Deutsches Theater, Brecht began to develop his Man, Equals Man project, which was to become the first product of "the 'Brecht, collective'—that shifting group of friends and collaborators on whom he, henceforward depended." This collaborative approach to artistic production,, together with aspects of Brecht's writing and style of theatrical production, mark, Brecht's work from this period as part of the Neue Sachlichkeit movement. The, collective's work "mirrored the artistic climate of the middle 1920s," Willett and, Manheim argue:, with their attitude of 'Neue Sachlichkeit' (or New Matter-of-Factness), their, stressing of the collectivity and downplaying of the individual, and their new cult, of Anglo-Saxon imagery and sport. Together the "collective" would go to fights,, not only absorbing their terminology and ethos (which permeates Man Equals, Man) but also drawing those conclusions for the theatre as a whole which Brecht, set down in his theoretical essay "Emphasis on Sport" and tried to realise by, means of the harsh lighting, the boxing-ring stage and other anti-illusionistic, devices that henceforward appeared in his own productions., In 1925, Brecht also saw two films that had a significant influence on him:, Chaplin's The Gold Rush and Eisenstein's Battleship Potemkin. Brecht had, compared Valentin to Chaplin, and the two of them provided models for Galy Gay, in Man Equals Man. Brecht later wrote that Chaplin "would in many ways come, closer to the epic than to the dramatic theatre's requirements." They met several, times during Brecht's time in the United States, and discussed Chaplin's Monsieur, Verdoux project, which it is possible Brecht influenced., In 1926 a series of short stories was published under Brecht's name, though, Hauptmann was closely associated with writing them. Following the production of, Man Equals Man in Darmstadt that year, Brecht began studying Marxism and, socialism in earnest, under the supervision of Hauptmann. "When I read Marx's, Capital", a note by Brecht reveals, "I understood my plays." Marx was, it, continues, "the only spectator for my plays I'd ever come across.", In 1927 Brecht became part of the "dramaturgical collective" of Erwin Piscator's, first company, which was designed to tackle the problem of finding new plays for, its "epic, political, confrontational, documentary theatre". Brecht collaborated, with Piscator during the period of the latter's landmark productions, Hoppla,, We're Alive! by Toller, Rasputin, The Adventures of the Good Soldier Schweik,, and Konjunktur by Lania. Brecht's most significant contribution was to the, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 4
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adaptation of the unfinished episodic comic novel Schweik, which he later, described as a "montage from the novel". The Piscator productions influenced, Brecht's ideas about staging and design, and alerted him to the radical potentials, offered to the "epic" playwright by the development of stage technology, (particularly projections). What Brecht took from Piscator "is fairly plain, and he, acknowledged it" Willett suggests:, The emphasis on Reason and didacticism, the sense that the new subject matter, demanded a new dramatic form, the use of songs to interrupt and comment: all, these are found in his notes and essays of the 1920s, and he bolstered them by, citing such Piscatorial examples as the step-by-step narrative technique of, Schweik and the oil interests handled in Konjunktur ('Petroleum resists the fiveact form')., Brecht was struggling at the time with the question of how to dramatize the, complex economic relationships of modern capitalism in his unfinished project, Joe P. Fleischhacker (which Piscator's theatre announced in its programme for, the 1927–28 season). It wasn't until his Saint Joan of the Stockyards (written, between 1929–1931) that Brecht solved it. In 1928 he discussed with Piscator, plans to stage Shakespeare's Julius Caesar and Brecht's own Drums in the Night,, but the productions did not materialize., 1927 also saw the first collaboration between Brecht and the young composer, Kurt Weill. Together they began to develop Brecht's Mahagonny project, along, thematic lines of the biblical Cities of the Plain but rendered in terms of the Neue, Sachlichkeit's Amerikanismus, which had informed Brecht's previous work. They, produced The Little Mahagonny for a music festival in July, as what Weill called a, "stylistic exercise" in preparation for the large-scale piece. From that point on, Caspar Neher became an integral part of the collaborative effort, with words,, music and visuals conceived in relation to one another from the start. The model, for their mutual articulation lay in Brecht's newly-formulated principle of the, "separation of the elements", which he first outlined in "The Modern Theatre is, the Epic Theatre" (1930). The principle, a variety of montage, proposed bypassing the "great struggle for supremacy between words, music and production", as Brecht put it, by showing each as self-contained, independent works of art, that adopt attitudes towards one another., In 1930 Brecht married Weigel; their daughter Barbara Brecht was born soon, after the wedding. She also became an actress and currently holds the copyrights, to all of Brecht's work., Brecht formed a writing collective which became prolific and very influential., , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 5
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Elisabeth Hauptmann, Margarete Steffin, Emil Burri, Ruth Berlau and others, worked with Brecht and produced the multiple teaching plays, which attempted, to create a new dramaturgy for participants rather than passive audiences. These, addressed themselves to the massive worker arts organisation that existed in, Germany and Austria in the 1920s. So did Brecht's first great play, Saint Joan of, the Stockyards, which attempted to portray the drama in financial transactions., This collective adapted John Gay's The Beggar's Opera, with Brecht's lyrics set to, music by Kurt Weill. Retitled The Threepenny Opera (Die Dreigroschenoper) it, was the biggest hit in Berlin of the 1920s and a renewing influence on the, musical worldwide. One of its most famous lines underscored the hypocrisy of, conventional morality imposed by the Church, working in conjunction with the, established order, in the face of working-class hunger and deprivation:, Erst kommt das Fressen, Dann kommt die Moral., First the grub (lit. "eating like animals, gorging"), Then the morality., The success of The Threepenny Opera was followed by the quickly thrown, together Happy End. It was a personal and a commercial failure. At the time the, book was purported to be by the mysterious Dorothy Lane (now known to be, Elisabeth Hauptmann, Brecht's secretary and close collaborator). Brecht only, claimed authorship of the song texts. Brecht would later use elements of Happy, End as the germ for his Saint Joan of the Stockyards, a play that would never see, the stage in Brecht's lifetime. Happy End's score by Weill produced many, Brecht/Weill hits like "Der Bilbao-Song" and "Surabaya-Jonny"., The masterpiece of the Brecht/Weill collaborations, Rise and Fall of the City of, Mahagonny (Aufstieg und Fall der Stadt Mahagonny), caused an uproar when it, premiered in 1930 in Leipzig, with Nazis in the audience protesting. The, Mahagonny opera would premier later in Berlin in 1931 as a triumphant, sensation., Brecht spent his last years in the Weimar-era Berlin (1930–1933) working with, his "collective" on the Lehrstücke. These were a group of plays driven by morals,, music and Brecht's budding epic theatre. The Lehrstücke often aimed at, educating workers on Socialist issues. The Measures Taken (Die Massnahme) was, scored by Hanns Eisler. In addition, Brecht worked on a script for a semi-, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 6
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documentary feature film about the human impact of mass unemployment, Kuhle, Wampe (1932), which was directed by Slatan Dudow. This striking film is notable, for its subversive humour, outstanding cinematography by Günther Krampf, and, Hanns Eisler's dynamic musical contribution. It still provides a vivid insight into, Berlin during the last years of the Weimar Republic. The so-called "Westend, Berlin Scene" in the 1930 was an important influencing factor on Brecht, playing, in a milieu around Ulmenallee in Westend with artists like Richard Strauss,, Marlene Dietrich and Herbert Ihering., By February 1933, Brecht’s work was eclipsed by the rise of Nazi rule in, Germany. (Brecht would also have his work challenged again in later life by the, U.S. House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC), which believed he was, under the influence of communism.), Nazi Germany and World War II (1933–1945), Fearing persecution, Brecht left Germany in February 1933, when Hitler took, power. He went to Denmark, but when war seemed imminent in April 1939, he, moved to Stockholm, Sweden, where he remained for a year. Then Hitler invaded, Norway and Denmark, and Brecht was forced to leave Sweden for Helsinki in, Finland where he waited for his visa for the United States until 3 May 1941., During the war years, Brecht became a prominent writer of the Exilliteratur. He, expressed his opposition to the National Socialist and Fascist movements in his, most famous plays: Life of Galileo, Mother Courage and Her Children, The Good, Person of Szechwan, The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, The Caucasian Chalk Circle,, Fear and Misery of the Third Reich, and many others., Brecht also wrote the screenplay for the Fritz Lang-directed film Hangmen Also, Die! which was loosely based on the 1942 assassination of Reinhard Heydrich,, the Nazi Reich Protector of German-occupied Prague, number-two man in the SS,, and a chief architect of the Holocaust, who was known as "The Hangman of, Prague." It was Brecht's only script for a Hollywood film: the money he earned, from the project enabled him to write The Visions of Simone Machard, Schweik in, the Second World War and an adaptation of Webster's The Duchess of Malfi., Hanns Eisler was nominated for an Academy Award for his musical score. The, collaboration of three prominent refugees from Nazi Germany –Lang, Brecht and, Eisler – is an example of the influence this generation of German exiles had in, American culture., Cold War and final years in East Germany (1945–1956), , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 7
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In the years of the Cold War and "Red Scare", Brecht was blacklisted by movie, studio bosses and interrogated by the House Un-American Activities Committee., Along with about 41 other Hollywood writers, directors, actors and producers, he, was subpoenaed to appear before the HUAC in September 1947. Although he, was one of 19 witnesses who declared that they would refuse to appear, Brecht, eventually decided to testify. He later explained that he had followed the advice, of attorneys and had not wanted to delay a planned trip to Europe. Dressed in, overalls and smoking an acrid cigar that made some of the committee members, feel slightly ill, on 30 October 1947 Brecht testified that he had never been a, member of the Communist Party. He made wry jokes throughout the, proceedings, punctuating his inability to speak English well with continuous, references to the translators present, who transformed his German statements, into English ones unintelligible to himself. HUAC Vice Chairman Karl Mundt, thanked Brecht for his co-operation. The remaining witnesses, the so called, Hollywood Ten, refused to testify and were cited for contempt. Brecht's decision, to appear before the committee led to criticism, including accusations of betrayal., The day after his testimony, on 31 October, Brecht returned to Europe., In Chur in Switzerland, Brecht staged an adaptation of Sophocles' Antigone,, based on a translation by Hölderlin. It was published under the title, Antigonemodell 1948, accompanied by an essay on the importance of creating a, "non-Aristotelian" form of theatre. An offer of his own theatre (completed in, 1954) and theatre company (the Berliner Ensemble) encouraged Brecht to return, to Berlin in 1949. He retained his Austrian nationality (granted in 1950) and, overseas bank accounts from which he received valuable hard currency, remittances. The copyrights on his writings were held by a Swiss company. At, the time he drove a pre-war DKW car—a rare luxury in the austere divided, capital., Though he was never a member of the Communist Party, Brecht had been deeply, schooled in Marxism by the dissident communist Karl Korsch. Korsch's version of, the Marxist dialectic influenced Brecht greatly, both his aesthetic theory and, theatrical practice. Brecht received the Stalin Peace Prize in 1954., Brecht wrote very few plays in his final years in East Berlin, none of them as, famous as his previous works. He dedicated himself to directing plays and, developing the talents of the next generation of young directors and dramaturgs,, such as Manfred Wekwerth, Benno Besson and Carl Weber. Some of his most, famous poems, including the "Buckow Elegies", were written at this time., At first Brecht supported the measures taken by the East German government, against the Uprising of 1953 in East Germany, which included the use of Soviet, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 8
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military force. In a letter from the day of the uprising to SED First Secretary, Walter Ulbricht, Brecht wrote that: "History will pay its respects to the, revolutionary impatience of the Socialist Unity Party of Germany. The great, discussion [exchange] with the masses about the speed of socialist construction, will lead to a viewing and safeguarding of the socialist achievements. At this, moment I must assure you of my allegiance to the Socialist Unity Party of, Germany.", Brecht's subsequent commentary on those events, however, offered a different, assessment—in one of the poems in the Elegies, "Die Lösung" (The Solution),, Brecht writes:, After the uprising of the 17th of June, The Secretary of the Writers Union, Had leaflets distributed in the Stalinallee, Stating that the people, Had forfeited the confidence of the government, And could win it back only, By redoubled efforts. Would it not be easier, In that case for the government, To dissolve the people, And elect another?, <b>Death</b>, Brecht died on 14 August 1956 of a heart attack at the age of 58. He is buried in, the Dorotheenstädtischer cemetery on Chausseestraße in the Mitte, neighbourhood of Berlin, overlooked by the residence he shared with Helene, Weigel., <b>Theory and Practice of Theatre</b>, From his late twenties Brecht remained a lifelong committed Marxist who, in, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 9
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developing the combined theory and practice of his "epic theatre", synthesized, and extended the experiments of Erwin Piscator and Vsevolod Meyerhold to, explore the theatre as a forum for political ideas and the creation of a critical, aesthetics of dialectical materialism., Epic Theatre proposed that a play should not cause the spectator to identify, emotionally with the characters or action before him or her, but should instead, provoke rational self-reflection and a critical view of the action on the stage., Brecht thought that the experience of a climactic catharsis of emotion left an, audience complacent. Instead, he wanted his audiences to adopt a critical, perspective in order to recognise social injustice and exploitation and to be, moved to go forth from the theatre and effect change in the world outside. For, this purpose, Brecht employed the use of techniques that remind the spectator, that the play is a representation of reality and not reality itself. By highlighting, the constructed nature of the theatrical event, Brecht hoped to communicate that, the audience's reality was equally constructed and, as such, was changeable., Brecht's modernist concern with drama-as-a-medium led to his refinement of the, "epic form" of the drama. This dramatic form is related to similar modernist, innovations in other arts, including the strategy of divergent chapters in James, Joyce's novel Ulysses, Sergei Eisenstein's evolution of a constructivist "montage", in the cinema, and Picasso's introduction of cubist "collage" in the visual arts., One of Brecht's most important principles was what he called the, Verfremdungseffekt (translated as "defamiliarization effect", "distancing effect",, or "estrangement effect", and often mistranslated as "alienation effect"). This, involved, Brecht wrote, "stripping the event of its self-evident, familiar, obvious, quality and creating a sense of astonishment and curiosity about them". To this, end, Brecht employed techniques such as the actor's direct address to the, audience, harsh and bright stage lighting, the use of songs to interrupt the, action, explanatory placards, and, in rehearsals, the transposition of text to the, third person or past tense, and speaking the stage directions out loud., In contrast to many other avant-garde approaches, however, Brecht had no, desire to destroy art as an institution; rather, he hoped to "re-function" the, theatre to a new social use. In this regard he was a vital participant in the, aesthetic debates of his era—particularly over the "high art/popular culture", dichotomy—vying with the likes of Adorno, Lukács, Ernst Bloch, and developing a, close friendship with Benjamin. Brechtian theatre articulated popular themes and, forms with avant-garde formal experimentation to create a modernist realism, that stood in sharp contrast both to its psychological and socialist varieties., "Brecht's work is the most important and original in European drama since Ibsen, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 10
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and Strindberg," Raymond Williams argues, while Peter Bürger dubs him "the, most important materialist writer of our time.", Brecht was also influenced by Chinese theatre, and used its aesthetic as an, argument for Verfremdungseffekt. Brecht believed, "Traditional Chinese acting, also knows the alienation effect, and applies it most subtly. ... The [Chinese], performer portrays incidents of utmost passion, but without his delivery, becoming heated." Brecht attended a Chinese opera performance and was, introduced to the famous Chinese opera performer Mei LanFang in 1935., However, Brecht was sure to distinguish between Epic and Chinese theatre. He, recognized that the Chinese style was not a "transportable piece of technique,", and that Epic theatre sought to historicize and address social and political issues., <b>Impact</b>, Brecht left the Berliner Ensemble to his wife, the actress Helene Weigel, which, she ran until her death in 1971. Perhaps the most famous German touring, theatre of the postwar era, it was primarily devoted to performing Brecht's plays., His son, Stefan Brecht, became a poet and theatre critic interested in New York's, avant-garde theatre. Brecht has been a controversial figure in Germany, and in, his native city of Augsburg there were objections to creating a birthplace, museum. By the 1970s, however, Brecht's plays had surpassed Shakespeare's in, the number of annual performances in Germany., There are few areas of modern theatrical culture that have not felt the impact or, influence of Brecht's ideas and practices; dramatists and directors in whom one, may trace a clear Brechtian legacy include: Dario Fo, Augusto Boal, Joan, Littlewood, Peter Brook, Peter Weiss, Heiner Müller, Pina Bausch, Tony Kushner,, Robert Bolt and Caryl Churchill., In addition to the theatre, Brechtian theories and techniques have exerted, considerable sway over certain strands of film theory and cinematic practice;, Brecht's influence may be detected in the films of Jean-Luc Godard, Lindsay, Anderson, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Joseph Losey, Nagisa Oshima, Ritwik, Ghatak, Lars von Trier, Jan Bucquoy and Hal Hartley., <b>Brecht in Fiction</b>, In the 1930 novel Success, Brecht's mentor Lion Feuchtwanger immortalized, Brecht as the character Kaspar Pröckl., In the 2006 film The Lives of Others, a Stasi agent is partially inspired to save a, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 11
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playwright he has been spying on by reading a book of Brecht poetry that he had, stolen from the artist's apartment., Brecht at Night by Mati Unt, transl. Eric Dickens (Dalkey Archive Press, 2009), <b>Collaborators and Associates</b>, Collective and collaborative working methods were inherent to Brecht's approach,, as Fredric Jameson (among others) stresses. Jameson describes the creator of, the work not as Brecht the individual, but rather as 'Brecht': a collective subject, that "certainly seemed to have a distinctive style (the one we now call, 'Brechtian') but was no longer personal in the bourgeois or individualistic sense.", During the course of his career, Brecht sustained many long-lasting creative, relationships with other writers, composers, scenographers, directors,, dramaturgs and actors; the list includes: Elisabeth Hauptmann, Margarete, Steffin, Ruth Berlau, Slatan Dudow, Kurt Weill, Hanns Eisler, Paul Dessau, Caspar, Neher, Teo Otto, Karl von Appen, Ernst Busch, Lotte Lenya, Peter Lorre, Therese, Giehse, Angelika Hurwicz, Carola Neher and Helene Weigel herself. This is, "theatre as collective experiment [...] as something radically different from, theatre as expression or as experience.", , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 12
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A Worker Reads History, Who built the seven gates of Thebes?, The books are filled with names of kings., Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?, And Babylon, so many times destroyed., Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima's houses,, That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?, In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished, Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome, Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up? Over whom, Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song., Were all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend, The night the seas rushed in,, The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves., Young Alexander conquered India., He alone?, Caesar beat the Gauls., Was there not even a cook in his army?, Phillip of Spain wept as his fleet, was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears?, Frederick the Greek triumphed in the Seven Years War., Who triumphed with him?, Each page a victory, At whose expense the victory ball?, Every ten years a great man,, Who paid the piper?, So many particulars., So many questions., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 13
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Alabama Song, Show me the way to the next whisky bar, Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why, Show me the way to the next whisky bar, Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why, For if we don't find the next whisky bar, I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die, I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die, Oh, moon of Alabama, We now must say say good-bye, We've lost our good old mamma, And must have whisky, Oh, you know why., Show me the way to the next pretty girl, Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why, Show me the way to the next pretty girl, Oh don't ask why, oh, don't ask why, For if we don't find the next pretty girl, I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die, I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die, Oh, moon of Alabama, We now must say good-bye, We've lost our good old mamma, And must have a girl, Oh, you know why., Show me the way to the next little dollar, Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why, Show me the way to the next little dollar, Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why, For if we don't find the next little dollar, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 14
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I, I, I, I, I, , tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, , you we must die, you we must die, you, you, you we must die, , Oh, moon of Alabama, We now must say good-bye, We've lost our good old mamma, And must have dollars, Oh, you know why., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 15
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Contemplating Hell, Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it,, My brother Shelley found it to be a place, Much like the city of London. I,, Who do not live in London, but in Los Angeles,, Find, contemplating Hell, that it, Must be even more like Los Angeles., Also in Hell,, I do not doubt it, there exist these opulent gardens, With flowers as large as trees, wilting, of course,, Very quickly, if they are not watered with very expensive water. And fruit, markets, With great leaps of fruit, which nonetheless, Possess neither scent nor taste. And endless trains of autos,, Lighter than their own shadows, swifter than, Foolish thoughts, shimmering vehicles, in which, Rosy people, coming from nowhere, go nowhere., And houses, designed for happiness, standing empty,, Even when inhabited., Even the houses in Hell are not all ugly., But concern about being thrown into the street, Consumes the inhabitants of the villas no less, Than the inhabitants of the barracks., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 16
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so small no one believes it can., There is a fence surrounds, so no one stomps it down., The little tree can't grow, although it wants to so!, There is no talk thereon, and much too little sun., No one believes in the tree, because no plums do they see., But it's a plum tree;, you can tell by its leaf., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 18
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From A German War Primer, AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED, It is considered low to talk about food., The fact is: they have, Already eaten., The lowly must leave this earth, Without having tasted, Any good meat., For wondering where they come from and, Where they are going, The fine evenings find them, Too exhausted., They have not yet seen, The mountains and the great sea, When their time is already up., If the lowly do not, Think about what's low, They will never rise., THE BREAD OF THE HUNGRY HAS, ALL BEEN EATEN, Meat has become unknown. Useless, The pouring out of the people's sweat., The laurel groves have been, Lopped down., From the chimneys of the arms factories, Rises smoke., THE HOUSE-PAINTER SPEAKS OF, GREAT TIMES TO COME, The forests still grow., The fields still bear, The cities still stand., The people still breathe., ON THE CALENDAR THE DAY IS NOT, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 21
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YET SHOWN, Every month, every day, Lies open still. One of those days, Is going to be marked with a cross., THE WORKERS CRY OUT FOR BREAD, The merchants cry out for markets., The unemployed were hungry. The employed, Are hungry now., The hands that lay folded are busy again., They are making shells., THOSE WHO TAKE THE MEAT FROM THE TABLE, Teach contentment., Those for whom the contribution is destined, Demand sacrifice., Those who eat their fill speak to the hungry, Of wonderful times to come., Those who lead the country into the abyss, Call ruling too difficult, For ordinary men., WHEN THE LEADERS SPEAK OF PEACE, The common folk know, That war is coming., When the leaders curse war, The mobilization order is already written out., THOSE AT THE TOP SAY: PEACE, AND WAR, Are of different substance., But their peace and their war, Are like wind and storm., War grows from their peace, Like son from his mother, He bears, Her frightful features., Their war kills, Whatever their peace, Has left over., , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 22
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ON THE WALL WAS CHALKED:, They want war., The man who wrote it, Has already fallen., THOSE AT THE TOP SAY:, This way to glory., Those down below say:, This way to the grave., THE WAR WHICH IS COMING, Is not the first one. There were, Other wars before it., When the last one came to an end, There were conquerors and conquered., Among the conquered the common people, Starved. Among the conquerors, The common people starved too., THOSE AT THE TOP SAY COMRADESHIP, Reigns in the army., The truth of this is seen, In the cookhouse., In their hearts should be, The selfsame courage. But, On their plates, Are two kinds of rations., WHEN IT COMES TO MARCHING MANY DO NOT, KNOW, That their enemy is marching at their head., The voice which gives them their orders, Is their enemy's voice and, The man who speaks of the enemy, Is the enemy himself., IT IS NIGHT, The married couples, Lie in their beds. The young women, Will bear orphans., , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 23
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GENERAL, YOUR TANK IS A POWERFUL VEHICLE, It smashes down forests and crushes a hundred men., But it has one defect:, It needs a driver., General, your bomber is powerful., It flies faster than a storm and carries more than an elephant., But it has one defect:, It needs a mechanic., General, man is very useful., He can fly and he can kill., But he has one defect:, He can think., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 24
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How Fortunate The Man With None, From the play 'Mother Courage', You saw sagacious Solomon, You know what came of him,, To him complexities seemed plain., He cursed the hour that gave birth to him, And saw that everything was vain., How great and wise was Solomon., The world however did not wait, But soon observed what followed on., It's wisdom that had brought him to this state., How fortunate the man with none., You saw courageous Caesar next, You know what he became., They deified him in his life, Then had him murdered just the same., And as they raised the fatal knife, How loud he cried: you too my son!, The world however did not wait, But soon observed what followed on., It's courage that had brought him to that state., How fortunate the man with none., You heard of honest Socrates, The man who never lied:, They weren't so grateful as you'd think, Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried, And handed him the poisoned drink., How honest was the people's noble son., The world however did not wait, But soon observed what followed on., It's honesty that brought him to that state., How fortunate the man with none., Here you can see respectable folk, Keeping to God's own laws., So far he hasn't taken heed., You who sit safe and warm indoors, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 26
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Help to relieve our bitter need., How virtuously we had begun., The world however did not wait, But soon observed what followed on., It's fear of god that brought us to that state., How fortunate the man with none., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 27
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Ich Habe Dich Nie Je So Geliebt, I never loved you more, ma soeur, Than as I walked away from you that evening., The forest swallowed me, the blue forest, ma soeur, The blue forest and above it pale stars in the west., I did not laugh, not one little bit, ma soeur, As I playfully walked towards a dark fate While the faces behind me, Slowly paled in the evening of the blue forest., Everything was grand that one night, ma soeur, Never thereafter and never before I admit it: I was left with nothing but the big birds, And their hungry cries in the dark evening sky., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 29
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I'M Not Saying Anything Against Alexander, Timur, I hear, took the trouble to conquer the earth., I don't understand him., With a bit of hard liquor you can forget the earth., I'm not saying anything against Alexander,, Only I have seen people who were remarkable,, Highly deserving of your admiration, For the fact that they were alive at all., Great men generate too much sweat., In all of this I see just a proof that, They couldn't stand being on their own, And smoking and drinking and the like., And they must be too mean-spirited to get, Contentment from sitting by a woman., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 30
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Mack The Knife, Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear, And he shows them pearly white., Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear, And he keeps it out of sight., When the shark bites with his teeth, dear, Scarlet billows start to spread., Fancy gloves, though, wears Macheath, dear, So there's not a trace of red., On the side-walk Sunday morning, Lies a body oozing life;, Someone's sneaking 'round the corner., Is that someone Mack the Knife?, From a tugboat by the river, A cement bag's dropping down;, The cement's just for the weight, dear., Bet you Mackie's back in town., Louie Miller disappeared, dear, After drawing out his cash;, And Macheath spends like a sailor., Did our boy do something rash?, Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver,, Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown, Oh, the line forms on the right, dear, Now that Mackie's back in town., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 31
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My Young Son Asks Me..., My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics?, What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces, Of bread are more than one's about all you'll end up with., My young son asks me: Must I learn French?, What is the use, I feel like saying. This State's collapsing., And if you just rub your belly with your hand and, Groan, you'll be understood with little trouble., My young son asks me: Must I learn history?, What is the use, I feel like saying. Learn to stick, Your head in the earth, and maybe you'll still survive., Yes, learn mathematics, I tell him., Learn your French, learn your history!, Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 32
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Not What Was Meant, When the Academy of Arts demanded freedom, Of artistic expression from narrow-minded bureaucrats, There was a howl and a clamour in its immediate vicinity, But roaring above everything, Came a deafening thunder of applause, From beyond the Sector boundary., Freedom! it roared. Freedom for the artists!, Freedom all round! Freedom for all!, Freedom for the exploiters! Freedom for the warmongers!, Freedom for the Ruhr cartels! Freedom for Hitler's generals!, Softly, my dear fellows..., The Judas kiss for the artists follows, Hard on the Judas kiss for the workers., The arsonist with his bottle of petrol, Sneaks up grinning to, The Academy of Arts., But it was not to embrace him, just, To knock the bottle out of his dirty hand that, We asked for elbow room., Even the narrowest minds, In which peace is harboured, Are more welcome to the arts than the art lover, Who is also a lover of the art of war., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 33
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O Germany, Pale Mother!, Let others speak of her shame,, I speak of my own., O Germany, pale mother!, How soiled you are, As you sit among the peoples., You flaunt yourself, Among the besmirched., The poorest of your sons, Lies struck down., When his hunger was great., Your other sons, Raised their hands against him., This is notorious., With their hands thus raised,, Raised against their brother,, They march insolently around you, And laugh in your face., This is well known., In your house, Lies are roared aloud., But the truth, Must be silent., Is it so?, Why do the oppressors praise you everywhere,, The oppressed accuse you?, The plundered, Point to you with their fingers, but, The plunderer praises the system, That was invented in your house!, Whereupon everyone sees you, Hiding the hem of your mantle which is bloody, With the blood, Of your best sons., , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 34
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Hearing the harangues which echo from your house,, men laugh., But whoever sees you reaches for a knife, As at the approach of a robber., O Germany, pale mother!, How have your sons arrayed you, That you sit among the peoples, A thing of scorn and fear!, Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 35
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On Reading A Recent Greek Poet, After the wailing had already begun, along the walls, their ruin certain,, the Trojans fidgeted with bits of wood, in the three-ply doors, itsy-bitsy, pieces of wood, fussing with them., And began to get their nerve back and feel hopeful., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 36
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On The Critical Attitude, The critical attitude, Strikes many people as unfruitful, That is because they find the state, Impervious to their criticism, But what in this case is an unfruitful attitude, Is merely a feeble attitude. Give criticism arms, And states can be demolished by it., Canalising a river, Grafting a fruit tree, Educating a person, Transforming a state, These are instances of fruitful criticism, And at the same time instances of art., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 37
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Parting, We embrace., Rich cloth under my fingers, While yours touch poor fabric., A quick embrace, You were invited for dinner, While the minions of law are after me., We talk about the weather and our, Lasting friendship. Anything else, Would be too bitter., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 38
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Questions, Write, Write, Write, Write, , me, me, me, me, , what you're wearing! Is it warm?, how you lie! Do you lie there softly?, how you look! Is it still the same?, what you're missing! Is it my arm?, , Write, Write, Write, Write, , me how you are! Have you been spared?, me what they're doing! Do you have enough courage?, me what you're doing! Is it good?, me, who are you thinking of? Is it me?, , Freely, I've given you only my questions., And I hear the answers, how they fall., When you're tired, I can't carry it for you., If you're hungry, I have nothing for you to eat., And so now I leave the world, No longer there, as if I've forgotten you., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 40
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Questions From A Worker Who Reads, Who built Thebes of the seven gates?, In the books you will find the names of kings., Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock?, And Babylon, many times demolished, Who raised it up so many times? In what houses, of gold-glittering Lima did the builders live?, Where, the evening that the Wall of China was finished, Did the masons go? Great Rome, Is full of triumphal arches. Who erected them? Over whom, Did the Caesars triumph? Had Byzantium, much praised in song, Only palaces for its inhabitants? Even in fabled Atlantis, The night the ocean engulfed it, The drowning still bawled for their slaves., The young Alexander conquered India., Was he alone?, Caesar beat the Gauls., Did he not have even a cook with him?, Philip of Spain wept when his armada, Went down. Was he the only one to weep?, Frederick the Second won the Seven Year's War. Who, Else won it?, Every page a victory., Who cooked the feast for the victors?, Every ten years a great man?, Who paid the bill?, So many reports., So many questions., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 41
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Radio Poem, You little box, held to me escaping, So that your valves should not break, Carried from house to house to ship from sail to train,, So that my enemies might go on talking to me,, Near my bed, to my pain, The last thing at night, the first thing in the morning,, Of their victories and of my cares,, Promise me not to go silent all of a sudden., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 42
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Send Me A Leaf, Send me a leaf, but from a bush, That grows at least one half hour, Away from your house, then, You must go and will be strong, and I, Thank you for the pretty leaf., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 43
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Solidarity Song, Peoples of the world, together, Join to serve the common cause!, So it feeds us all for ever, See to it that it's now yours., Forward, without forgetting, Where our strength can be seen now to be!, When starving or when eating, Forward, not forgetting, Our solidarity!, Black or white or brown or yellow, Leave your old disputes behind., Once start talking with your fellow, Men, you'll soon be of one mind., Forward, without forgetting, Where our strength can be seen now to be!, When starving or when eating, Forward, not forgetting, Our solidarity!, If we want to make this certain, We'll need you and your support., It's yourselves you'll be deserting, if you rat your own sort., Forward, without forgetting, Where our strength can be seen now to be!, When starving or when eating, Forward, not forgetting, Our solidarity!, All the gang of those who rule us, Hope our quarrels never stop, Helping them to split and fool us, So they can remain on top., Forward, without forgetting, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 44
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Where our strength can be seen now to be!, When starving or when eating, Forward, not forgetting, Our solidarity!, Workers of the world, uniting, Thats the way to lose your chains., Mighty regiments now are fighting, That no tyrrany remains!, Forward, without forgetting, Till the concrete question is hurled, When starving or when eating:, Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?, And whose world is the world?, Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 45
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The Burning Of The Books, When the Regime, commanded the unlawful books to be burned,, teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires., Then a banished writer, one of the best,, scanning the list of excommunicated texts,, became enraged: he'd been excluded!, He rushed to his desk, full of contemptuous wrath,, to write fierce letters to the morons in power —, Burn me! he wrote with his blazing pen —, Haven't I always reported the truth?, Now here you are, treating me like a liar!, Burn me!, Translated by Michael R. Burch, Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 46
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The Mask Of Evil, On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,, The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer., Sympathetically I observe, The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating, What a strain it is to be evil., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 47
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The Solution, After the uprising of the 17th June, The Secretary of the Writers Union, Had leaflets distributed in the Stalinallee, Stating that the people, Had forfeited the confidence of the government, And could win it back only, By redoubled efforts. Would it not be easier, In that case for the government, To dissolve the people, And elect another?, Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 48
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To Posterity, 1., Indeed I live in the dark ages!, A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens, A hard heart. He who laughs, Has not yet heard, The terrible tidings., Ah, what an age it is, When to speak of trees is almost a crime, For it is a kind of silence about injustice!, And he who walks calmly across the street,, Is he not out of reach of his friends, In trouble?, It is true: I earn my living, But, believe me, it is only an accident., Nothing that I do entitles me to eat my fill., By chance I was spared. (If my luck leaves me, I am lost.), They tell me: eat and drink. Be glad you have it!, But how can I eat and drink, When my food is snatched from the hungry, And my glass of water belongs to the thirsty?, And yet I eat and drink., I would gladly be wise., The old books tell us what wisdom is:, Avoid the strife of the world, Live out your little time, Fearing no one, Using no violence, Returning good for evil -Not fulfillment of desire but forgetfulness, Passes for wisdom., I can do none of this:, Indeed I live in the dark ages!, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 51
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2., I came to the cities in a time of disorder, When hunger ruled., I came among men in a time of uprising, And I revolted with them., So the time passed away, Which on earth was given me., I ate my food between massacres., The shadow of murder lay upon my sleep., And when I loved, I loved with indifference., I looked upon nature with impatience., So the time passed away, Which on earth was given me., In my time streets led to the quicksand., Speech betrayed me to the slaughterer., There was little I could do. But without me, The rulers would have been more secure. This was my hope., So the time passed away, Which on earth was given me., 3., You, who shall emerge from the flood, In which we are sinking,, Think -When you speak of our weaknesses,, Also of the dark time, That brought them forth., For we went,changing our country more often than our shoes., In the class war, despairing, When there was only injustice and no resistance., For we knew only too well:, Even the hatred of squalor, Makes the brow grow stern., Even anger against injustice, Makes the voice grow harsh. Alas, we, Who wished to lay the foundations of kindness, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 52
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Could not ourselves be kind., But you, when at last it comes to pass, That man can help his fellow man,, Do no judge us, Too harshly., <i>translated by H. R. Hays</i>, Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 53
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To The Students Of The Workers' And Peasants', Faculty, So there you sit. And how much blood was shed, That you might sit there. Do such stories bore you?, Well, don't forget that others sat before you, who later sat on people. Keep your head!, Your science will be valueless, you'll find, And learning will be sterile, if inviting, Unless you pledge your intellect to fighting, Against all enemies of all mankind., Never forget that men like you got hurt, That you might sit here, not the other lot., And now don't shut your eyes, and don't desert, But learn to learn, and try to learn for what., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 54
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To Those Born After, I, To the cities I came in a time of disorder, That was ruled by hunger., I sheltered with the people in a time of uproar, And then I joined in their rebellion., That's how I passed my time that was given to me on this Earth., I ate my dinners between the battles,, I lay down to sleep among the murderers,, I didn't care for much for love, And for nature's beauties I had little patience., That's how I passed my time that was given to me on this Earth., The city streets all led to foul swamps in my time,, My speech betrayed me to the butchers., I could do only little, But without me those that ruled could not sleep so easily:, That's what I hoped., That's how I passed my time that was given to me on this Earth., Our forces were slight and small,, Our goal lay in the far distance, Clearly in our sights,, If for me myself beyond my reaching., That's how I passed my time that was given to me on this Earth., II, You who will come to the surface, From the flood that's overwhelmed us and drowned us all, Must think, when you speak of our weakness in times of darkness, That you've not had to face:, Days when we were used to changing countries, More often than shoes,, Through the war of the classes despairing, That there was only injustice and no outrage., , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 55
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Even so we realised, Hatred of oppression still distorts the features,, Anger at injustice still makes voices raised and ugly., Oh we, who wished to lay for the foundations for peace and friendliness,, Could never be friendly ourselves., And in the future when no longer, Do human beings still treat themselves as animals,, Look back on us with indulgence., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 56
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United Front Song, And because a man is human, He'll want to eat, and thanks a lot, But talk can't take the place of meat, or fill an empty pot., So left, two, three!, So left, two, three!, Comrade, there's a place for you., Take your stand in the workers united front, For you are a worker too., And because a man is human, he won't care for a kick in the face., He doesn't want slaves under him, Or above him a ruling class., So left, two, three!, So left, two, three!, Comrade, there's a place for you., Take your stand in the workers united front, For you are a worker too., And because a worker's a worker, No one else will bring him liberty., It's nobody's work but the worker' own, To set the worker free., So left, two, three!, So left, two, three!, Comrade, there's a place for you., Take your stand in the workers united front, For you are a worker too., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 57
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What Has Happened?, The industrialist is having his aeroplane serviced., The priest is wondering what he said in his sermon eight weeks ago, about tithes., The generals are putting on civvies and looking like bank clerks., Public officials are getting friendly., The policeman points out the way to the man in the cloth cap., The landlord comes to see whether the water supply is working., The journalists write the word People with capital letters., The singers sing at the opera for nothing., Ships' captains check the food in the crew's galley,, Car owners get in beside their chauffeurs., Doctors sue the insurance companies., Scholars show their discoveries and hide their decorations., Farmers deliver potatoes to the barracks., The revolution has won its first battle:, That's what has happened., Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 58
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When I'D Reported To The Couple, Thus, The Augsburger walks with Dante through the hell of the departed. He addresses, the inconsolable and reports to them that on earth some things have changed., When I'd reported to the couple, thus, That up there no one murders now for gain, Since no one owns a thing, the faithless spouse, Who'd beguiled that woman so improperly, Lifted his hand, now tied to hers by chains, And looked at her and turned perplexed to me, So no one steals, if ?there's no property?, I shook my head. And as their hands just touched, I saw a blush suffuse the woman's cheeks., He saw it too and cried, She hasn't once, Shown so much since the day she was seduced!, And murmuring, Then there's no abstinence?, They moved off swiftly. And the ties that fused, Them tight were of no weight or consequence., TRANSLATED BY TOM KUHN, Bertolt Brecht, , www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive, , 59
