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To Be Read in the Morning and at Night

To Be Read in the Morning and at Night

[Original]

Morgens und abends zu lesen
Der, den ich liebe
Hat mir gesagt
Daß er mich braucht.

Darum
Gebe ich auf mich acht
Sehe auf meinen Weg und
Fürchte von jedem Regentropfen
Daß er mich erschlagen könnte.

[Translation]

To read in the morning and at night
My love
Has told me
That he needs me.

That's why
I take good care of myself
Watch out where I'm going and
Fear that any drop of rain
Might kill me.
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To the Students of the Workers' and Peasants' Faculty

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.
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Solidarity Song

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
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?
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The Solution

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?
533

Questions

Questions


Write me what you're wearing! Is it warm?
Write me how you lie! Do you lie there softly?
Write me how you look! Is it still the same?
Write me what you're missing! Is it my arm?


Write me how you are! Have you been spared?
Write me what they're doing! Do you have enough courage?
Write me what you're doing! Is it good?
Write 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.
548

Radio Poem

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.
609

On Reading a Recent Greek Poet

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.
462

Parting

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.
656

Mack the Knife

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.
627

Not What Was Meant

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.
566

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Identification and basic context

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht, commonly known as Bertolt Brecht, was a German playwright, poet, theatre director, and composer. He was born in Augsburg, Bavaria, Germany. He wrote primarily in German, though he also wrote in English during his exile.

Childhood and education

Brecht's father was a director at a paper mill, and his mother instilled in him a love for literature. He studied medicine briefly at the Ludwig Maximilian University of Munich, but soon turned to literature and theatre. His early experiences during World War I influenced his anti-war sentiments.

Literary trajectory

Brecht's early works showed influences of Expressionism, but he soon developed his own distinct style. He gained prominence in Berlin in the 1920s with plays like "In the Jungle of Cities" and "The Threepenny Opera." The rise of Nazism forced him into exile, first in Denmark, then in Sweden, Finland, and finally the United States, before returning to East Germany after the war.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Brecht's major works include "The Threepenny Opera" (1928), "Mother Courage and Her Children" (1939), "The Good Person of Szechwan" (1943), "The Caucasian Chalk Circle" (1948), and "Life of Galileo" (1938-1947). His central concept was epic theatre, which aimed to make the audience think critically rather than empathize emotionally. Key characteristics include the alienation effect (Verfremdungseffekt), which aims to distance the audience from the action to encourage critical reflection, breaking the fourth wall, use of songs and narration to interrupt the dramatic flow, and episodic structures. His themes often address social and political issues, such as war, poverty, corruption, and the failings of capitalism. His style is often direct, didactic, and ironic.

Cultural and historical context

Brecht's work is inextricably linked to the tumultuous history of the 20th century. He lived through World War I, the Weimar Republic, the rise of Nazism, World War II, and the Cold War. His Marxist political leanings profoundly shaped his critique of society and his theatrical theories. He was a prominent figure in the intellectual resistance against fascism.

Personal life

Brecht had complex personal relationships, most notably with his long-time collaborator and wife, Helene Weigel, a renowned actress. He was known for his intellectual rigor and his dedication to his artistic and political goals, though his personal life was sometimes marked by controversy.

Recognition and reception

Brecht's work initially faced significant opposition due to its political nature. However, his influence on 20th-century theatre is undeniable. He received numerous accolades and his plays are performed worldwide. His theoretical writings on theatre have been as influential as his dramatic works.

Influences and legacy

Brecht was influenced by early German Expressionism, Karl Marx, Machiavelli, and Chinese theatre (particularly through his study of Arthur Waley's translations). His legacy is immense, shaping theatre practitioners and theorists globally. His concepts of epic theatre and the alienation effect remain central to discussions of dramatic theory and practice.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Brecht's plays are often analyzed for their political subtext and their effectiveness in conveying Marxist ideology. Critics debate the extent to which his theatrical techniques successfully achieve their intended critical distance and his plays' relevance in contemporary society.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Brecht was also a talented poet and songwriter, with many of his poems set to music by composers like Kurt Weill. He was known for his sharp wit and his often provocative public persona.

Death and memory

Brecht died of a heart attack in East Berlin in 1956. His work continues to be studied, performed, and debated, cementing his place as one of the most important playwrights of the modern era.