BY CARL SANDBURG
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all. 46 more words
Yesterday I finished reading Extinction by Thomas Bernhard. The novel took about two weeks for me to read and during that time I have taken the train to Armadale, walked about 100km on the Bibbulmun track and traveled around north east Bali. 1,663 more words
In W.G. Sebald’s Austerlitz, an unnamed narrator reiterates the story of his friend, Jacques Austerlitz, who has only recently pieced together his true identity. Austerlitz tells his companion, through words and photographs, about the discovery of his real name, birthplace and parentage slowly over time, spanning a number of years and taking place in various countries in Europe. 255 more words