Monthly Archives: November 2016

two timely texts for trying times

faces of the beaten the streets belong to the beaten

nation all the way to the cemetery where the bodies of the immigrants are to be buried we line the curbs in the drizzling rain we crowd the wet sidewalks elbow to

elbow silent pale looking with scared eyes at the coffins

we stand defeated America

Source: John Dos Passos, “The Big Money,” in USA (New York: Modern Library, 1937), 464.

If we could learn to look instead of gawking,

We’d see the horror in the farce,

If only we could act instead of talking,

We wouldn’t always end up on our arse.

This was the thing that nearly had us mastered;

Don’t yet rejoice in his defeat, you men!

Although the world stood up and stopped the bastard,

The bitch that bore him is in heat again.

Source: Bertolt Brecht, The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, trans.  (1941)