by Ernst Toller Through shell-holes, puddles of mud, they trudge. Over frozen men in foxholes they stumble. Rats dart whistling across the distances. Dead fingers rain down & tap on rotting doors.… more →
Red Yuccawrote 3 months ago: All that I Am by Anna Funder (ISBN: 9781926428338, 363 pages, published 2011, Penguin) All That I Am … more →
wrote 7 months ago: The new issue of Asymptote is out with a lot of great content in many languages and formats – fictio … more →
wrote 7 months ago: Lovely Quotes On Brother “The younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.” ~ Ja … more →
wrote 9 months ago: ‘All that we are not stares back at all that we are’ All That I Am is a fictional novel … more →
wrote 11 months ago: “When Hitler came to power I was in the bath.” The sentence shocks with its indulgence – the bather’ … more →
wrote 11 months ago: I’ve been thinking about this question of whether the source of an idea influences (or constra … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The revolution is like a vessel filled with the pulsating heartbeat of millions of working people. … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The spirit of revolution will not die while the hearts of these workers continue to beat. … more →
wrote 1 year ago: A writer’s regret: “My memoir is subtly, shamefully self-aggrandising. I put myself at the centre o … more →
wrote 1 year ago: photo by Michael Bryden shine the light set alight this sky at night illuminating man and the masses … more →
wrote 2 years ago: by Ernst Toller Through shell-holes, puddles of mud, they trudge. Over frozen men in foxholes they s … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Ernst Toller (1 December 1893 - 22 May 1939) IN MEMORY OF ERNST TOLLER (d. May 1939) The shin … more →
wrote 2 years ago: FROM LOVE PARADE TO LOVE STAMPEDE 21 deaths (*) and 500 wounded, in a traffic tunnel in Duisburg/Ger … more →
wrote 2 years ago: by Ernst Toller The walls shriek with the eyes of mangled pigeons, the weasel’s glittering tee … more →
wrote 2 years ago: by Ernst Toller Through the grill of my cell I see children playing. Pinned there, shrinking there, … more →
wrote 2 years ago: by Ernst Toller They chisel their force into the dawning sky. They forge their steeled selves on the … more →
wrote 3 years ago: by Ernst Toller Death-prone, the bodies … more →
wrote 3 years ago: by Ernst Toller Cities are so far away, humans live there. The knot chokes at your throat, a gray ho … more →
wrote 3 years ago: by Ernst Toller Everyday life hammers, it chokes you, that weariness sinks into the blood. Lights em … more →