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apoemaday · 6 months ago
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by Bertolt Brecht tr. John Willett
In the dark times, will there also be singing? Yes, there will be singing About the dark times.
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sivavakkiyar · 2 years ago
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Bertolt Brecht, Stories Of Mr Keuner
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leonardcohenofficial · 2 months ago
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today's recommended reading: "writing the truth: five difficulties" by bertolt brecht, which you can access a pdf of here
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akindplace · 5 months ago
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goodreads
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eastofedean · 5 months ago
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"This, I feel, is the advantage to creating art at this point in time: When we realize that we are temporary, we are facing our self-destruction, we are realizing our fate and we must confront it. Art is the only sensible primal response to an outlook of possible destruction."
[bertolt brecht || unkown || dead poets society (1989), dir. peter weir || all things end, hozier || andrew garfield in an interview for 'the believer' || free, florence + the machines || give yourself permission to be creative, ethan hawke || dead poets society (1989), dir. peter weir || road to hell (reprise) hadestown || keith haring]
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sashayed · 11 days ago
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Der Sumpf/The Swamp
Manchen der Freunde sah ich, und den geliebtesten Hilflos versinken im Sumpfe, an dem ich Taglich vorbeigeh. Und es geschah nicht an einem Einzigen Vormittag. Viele Wochen nahm es oft; dies machte es schrecklicher. Und das Gedenken an die gemeinsamen Langen Gespräche über den Sumpf, der So viele schon birgt. Hilflos nun sah ich ihn zurückgelehnt Bedeckt mit den Blutegeln In dem schimmernden Sanft bewegten Schlamm. Auf dem versinkenden Antlitz das gräßliche Wonnige Lächeln. I beheld many friends, and the friend I loved the most, helplessly sink into the swamp I pass by daily. And a drowning was not over in a single morning. Often it took many weeks; this made it more terrible. And the memory of our long agreeing talks about the swamp, which already held so many. Powerless now I saw him leaning back covered with leeches in the shimmering softly moving slime. Upon the sinking face the ghastly blissful smile.
Bertolt Brecht trans. Naomi Replansky in Poetry Magazine, December 1947 (original German)
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rpfofficial · 1 year ago
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he'd be causing so much drama on tumblr if he was around today he'd do numbers on here
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davidhudson · 2 months ago
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Bertolt Brecht, February 10, 1898 – August 14, 1956.
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schibborasso · 8 months ago
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Bertold Brecht oil on canvas, by Rudolf Schlichter, 1921
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kitapvesarkisevenbirisi · 23 days ago
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“Mücadele eden yenilgiye uğrayabilir;
Ancak mücadele etmeyen,zaten yenilmiştir.”
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victusinveritas · 1 year ago
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Bertolt Brecht
In the dark times, will there also be memes?
Yes, there will be memes. About the dark times.
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3bagshotrow · 2 years ago
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the silmarillion, "of beren and lúthien," j.r.r. tolkien // hadestown, "come home with me (reprise)," anaïs mitchell // to noise making (sing), hozier // the return of the king, j.r.r. tolkien // hadestown, "doubt comes in," anaïs mitchell // the svenborg poems, bertolt brecht // the silmarillion, "of the return of the noldor," j.r.r. tolkien
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sivavakkiyar · 1 year ago
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Bertolt Brecht, Questions from a Worker Who Reads
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brechtian · 6 months ago
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disco elysium / saint Joan of the stockyards
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intotheclash · 7 months ago
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Il peggior analfabeta è l’analfabeta politico. Egli non ascolta, non parla né partecipa agli avvenimenti politici. Non sa che il costo della vita, il prezzo dei fagioli, del pesce, della farina, dell’ affitto, delle scarpe e delle medicine dipendono dalle decisioni politiche. Un analfabeta politico è tanto animale Che si inorgoglisce e gonfia il petto Nel dire che odia la politica. Non sa l’imbecille che Dalla sua ignoranza politica proviene la prostituta, il minore abbandonato, il rapinatore ed il peggiore di tutti i banditi, che è il politico disonesto, ingannatore e corrotto, leccapiedi delle imprese nazionali e multinazionali. Bertolt Brecht - L'analfabeta politico
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yorgunherakles · 8 months ago
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hiçbir şey bilmediğini bilmen için çok şey öğrenmen gerekir.
oscar wilde - dorian gray'in portresi
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