Wednesday, 11 June 2008

In the Bar the Bore Talked About Brecht's Poems

In the bar the bore talked about Brecht’s poems
How they were filled with socialist realism
How Marx inspired the words he wrote
And how he lauded the working man

But I remember the other Brecht
The guy who wrote what he felt
Unencumbered by political theory
And Marxist trash

He wrote of how he loved his women
In the forests near his home
How dodgy characters mucked around in his early life

He described the pain of exile
The horror of Stalin’s crushing of his friends and literary peers

But I didn’t say any of this to the bar bore
He had his fiction to attend to
Not so much a captive mind
As a lost soul, seeing hell
And thinking, this is paradise.


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