My mother moved me into the cities as I lay inside her body Out of the Black Forests (much polluted now, as the smokestacks outside Warsaw, Budapest, /and, in particular, Prague, testify); Setting up the ultimate trial: that of the cultural gangsters; All of Chicago burning with the wicked grins of the Al Capones, Kafkas, the senators who saw /fiendishness in the poems that you, or your collective, had written: So What did you do to the Soldier's wife, in Paris, City of Light? The trial that you set up for yourself and Galileo echoes with Marianne /Faithful screaming your obituary. Against that, the halting translation of the prosecutor: Did you, or did you not write Das Marienleben? Nein. Die Sonette an Orpheus? Nein. Did you not write a poem that said: We are the driving ones. Ah, but the step of time: think of it as a dream in what forever remains. All that is hurrying soon will be over with; only what lasts can bring us to truth. Nein. But, in my bad moments, I wish I had. If not you, who wrote that? The Greatest Lesbian poet since Sappho. What I said was much simpler. In Hollywood I think I was realistic Every day, to earn my daily bread I go to the market where lies are bought. Hopefully I take up my place among the sellers. And after the 1953 uprising in Berlin, I was more positive: After the uprising of the 17th June The secretary of the Writers' Union Had leaflets distributed in the Stalinallee 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? The problem is that the people keep dissolving themselves. Do you have any solutions? The bread of justice must be baked by the people. Plentiful, wholesome, daily. Can you translate? Dance the Orange.... Thank you Mr Brecht. You are an excellent witness. Everything changes. You can make A fresh start with your final breath. But what has happenned has happenned. And the water You once poured into the wine cannot be drained off again. Ioan Davies10 June, 1995
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