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Greeting message of the Comintern (SH)
on occasion of the 120th anniversary of French
Bertolt Brecht German
10. Februar 1898 - 2. Februar 2018
Greek
We greet all Brecht friends around the world for the 120th birthday
Italian
of Bertolt Brecht!
Our birthday present for Bertolt Brecht and all his friends around the
Nederlands
world that is our publication of many of his works in 16 (!!)
languages. Polish
Portuguese
120 years Brecht
Russian
and Serbo-Croat
Brecht's song was called "Legend of the Dead Soldier". It starts with
the verse:
No peace in sight
In his song, Brecht unmasked the imperialist war and the glorifying
hurray propaganda of the "hero's death for emperor and empire".
How deep this anti-militaristic song must have hit the German
imperialists, that - 20 years later - the Nazi-Fascists justified Brecht's
expatriation with the writing of this song.
"My political knowledge was shamefully low at the time, but I was
aware of major discrepancies in people's social lives, and I did not
think it was my job to formally neutralize all the disharmony and
interference I felt strongly about the events of my dramas and in
the verses of my poems. And all that long before I had realized their
true character and their causes. "
The end of the First World War and the November Revolution
experienced Brecht still in the military hospital. He experienced the
beginning and end of the Bavarian Soviet Republic and saw through
the betrayal of the USPD leaders (independent social demorats).
Brecht was elected by the soldiers as their representative in the
revolutionary Soldiers' Council. After the defeat of the revolution in
1919 Brecht wrote the drama "Spartakus", which was performed a
short time later under the different name "Drums in the Night" in the
Munich Theater.
"I made good money out of the war, The sausage begins where the
sow ends. The government is too weak to fight the vultures of the
overthrow, the whipped-up masses have no ideals, but the worst is
the front soldiers, feral, gone to rack and ruin, weaned from work
Adventurers to whom nothing is sacred anymore."
The petty bourgeois whines: "You can throw stones at me, here I
stand: I can take off my shirt for you, but I do not want to hold my
neck at the knife, I do not want that."
The petty bourgeoisie and the lumpen proletariat threw "the moon"
and "drums" (both these symbols of the armed uprising of the
Spartacists) into the same river into which the bourgeoisie had
thrown the corpses of the leaders of the Spartacists - Rosa
Luxemburg and Karl Liebknecht!
***
And today, Brecht's books are sold just as a pure commodity for
profit making. The rich have bought the copyright.
What is the difference between the burning of his book at the stake
of the Nazis and the monopolists who have bought the right to enrich
themselves capitalistically with its revolutionary content?
In any case, Brecht would have never allowed that nobody. That
would completely contradict his moral attitude.
Brecht is ours !
SPARTACUS IN BERLIN
Bertolt Brecht
and Socialist Realism
Jakup Mato, Rinush Idrizi, Vangjush Ziko, Anastas Kapurani
1987
Poems
Mother Courage
The Three Penny Opera
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?
BRECHT - CINEMA
youtube
MUTTER COURAGE
(Aufnahme 1939)
Bertolt Brecht singt sein
- Kurt Weill
Macky Messer
So many reports.
So many questions.
Bertolt Brecht
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.
Bertolt Brecht
To Posterity
1.
They tell me: eat and drink. Be glad you have it!
But how can I eat and drink
When my food is snatched from the hungry
And my glass of water belongs to the thirsty?
And yet I eat and drink.
2.
3.
II
Even so we realised
Hatred of oppression still distorts the features,
Anger at injustice still makes voices raised and ugly.
Oh we, who wished to lay for the foundations for peace and
friendliness,
Could never be friendly ourselves.
In your house
Lies are roared aloud.
But the truth
Must be silent.
Is it so?
Canalising a river
Grafting a fruit tree
Educating a person
Transforming a state
These are instances of fruitful criticism
And at the same time instances of art.
Questions
IT IS NIGHT
The married couples
Lie in their beds. The young women
Will bear orphans.
RADIO TIRANA
Roter Morgen
1929 - 1932
TEIL 2
(PDF)
GEDICHT