Skip to content

no drama, no ode

December 2, 2009

“For who among us, who then, oh, who knows a rhyme for the rattle of lungs shot to pieces, a rhyme for the scream at the gallows, who knows the metre, the rhythm, for rape, who knows a metre for the bark of machine-guns […]. Go home, poets, go into the forests, catch fish, chop wood and do your most heroic deed: be silent! Let the cuckoo cry of your lonely hearts be silent, for there’s no rhyme and no metre for it, and no drama, no ode and no psychological novel can encompass the cry of the cuckoo, and no dictionary and no press has syllables or signs for your wordless world-rage, for your exquisite pain, for the agony of your love.”

Wolfgang Borchert
(h/t  roxana)

One Comment leave one →
  1. opoetoo permalink
    December 2, 2009 9:47 am

    yeah, that is the stuff that music is for!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: