the main poem you keep comin' back to

  • TraschcanOfIdeology [they/them, comrade/them]
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    1 year ago

    Brecht's "To Those Born Later"

    My favorite (and by favorite I mean hardest hitting) bit:

    What kind of times are they, when
    A talk about trees is almost a crime
    Because it implies silence about so many horrors?
    That man there calmly crossing the street
    Is already perhaps beyond the reach of his friends
    Who are in need?

    It is true I still earn my keep
    But, believe me, that is only an accident. Nothing
    I do gives me the right to eat my fill.
    By chance I've been spared. (If my luck breaks, I am lost.)

    They say to me: Eat and drink! Be glad you have it!
    But how can I eat and drink if I snatch what I eat
    From the starving, and
    My glass of water belongs to one dying of thirst?
    And yet I eat and drink.

    He wrote this in the context of 1930s Germany, and it feels awfully current.

    • CliffordBigRedDog [he/him]
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      1 year ago

      This one from Brecht is great too

      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 Great 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.