The Unconquerable Inscription by Bertolt Brecht
During the war
In a cell of the Italian prison in San Carlo
Full of imprisoned soldiers, drunks and thieves
A socialist soldier, with an indelible pencil, scratched on the wall:
Long live Lenin!
High above, in the semi-dark cell, hardly visible, but
Written in large letters.
As the warders saw it, they sent for a painter with a bucket of lime.
And with a long stemmed brush he whitewashed the threatening inscription.
Since, however, with his lime, he painted over the letters only
Stood above in the cell, now in chalk:
Long live Lenin!
Next another painter daubed over the whole stretch with a broad brush
So that for hours it disappeared, but towards morning
As the lime dried, the inscription underneath was again conspicuous:
Long live Lenin!
Then dispatched the warder a bricklayer with a chisel against the inscription
And he scratched out letter by letter, one hour long
And as he was done, now colourless, but up above in the wall
But deeply carved, stood the unconquerable inscription:
Long live Lenin!
Now, said the soldier, get rid of the wall!
Poetry (re)Discovered!
I wasn’t born in Israel, where I live today, so I don’t know much about what went on here. Especially in the “underground” art circles.
Lately I have discovered David Avidan, an absolute genius! The man had balls, real balls, and he said what he wanted to say.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Avidan
and in Hebrew.
Same Difference
“The retrogardist is an artist guided by the desire and ability to analyze with an unerring eye the relations of the beautiful, the raw, the exalted, the holy and the terrible in current events throughout the world.
The retrogardist combats using design and all the means at his disposal. He applies the method of the retro principle the way an automobile designer assembles the parts of a car – wheels, steering wheel, engine…
The creative processes of reversed perspective, metaphors, hyperboles, time and space warp, unite and link everything that mankind has squeezed from its veins until now.
Content and form are only tools which combine themes and symbols into dynamicism, tension, excitement and drama.”
http://www.nskstate.com/nk/nk-proclamation.php
keeping an eye on: http://wtc.laibach.org/
I spoke of such things many times before
There are some buildings
That need to explode
On the road of Freedom that was,
And still is
The best sex I ever had…
Fractal Poetry
Jerusalem 2007
This Conversation
I don’t cry much.
Today I do,
Because of you.
I don’t hate much
The world, myself or god.
Today I do.
Because of you.
I tried being sincere
No fear
No expectations,
None of that shit.
I thought you would understand
That I am.
Simple and true.
Just for you.
No obligations
In me being forward.
There is so much to live for,
This conversation is no more.
“Another whiskey, please…”
Anton Lauk
Jerusalem 2007
Harms’ Way
Walking down Harms’ Way.
Angels walk with me
One is a woman and one is a man.
A violin was lost in public transport?
Rain comes and goes
Somebody spits out the window, too.
Walking down Harms’ Way,
With absolutely nothing to say now.
And now, yes!
I got something, there it goes
Like a dove drinking water
Dripping from our office air-conditioning system.
And then it flies away…
And, no!
There are so many things I cannot explain
While walking down Harms’ Way
No decisions to be made.
Heaven!
Anton Lauk
Jerusalem 2006
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