QUESTIONS FROM A WORKER WHO READS
Who built Thebes of the seven gates?
In the books you will find the names of kings.
Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock?
And Babylon, many times demolished
Who raised it up so many times? In what houses
Of gold-glittering Lima did the builders live?
Where, the evening that the Wall of China was finished
Did the masons go? Great Rome
Is full of triumphal arches. Who erected them? Over whom
Only palaces for its inhabitants? Even in fabled Atlantis
The night the ocean engulfed it.
The drowning still bawled for their slaves.
The young Alexander conqured India.
Was he alone?
Caesar beat the Gauls.
Did he not have even a cook with him?
Philip of Spain wept when his armada.
Went down. Was he the only one to weep?
Frederick the Second won the seven Years’ War. Who
Else won it?
Every page a victory
Who cooked the feast for the victors?
Who paid the bill?
So many reports.
So many questions.
Bertolt Brecht
SONG OF THE MACHINES
Hullo, we want to speak to America
Across the Atlantic Ocean to
the great cities
Of America, hullo!
We wondered what language to
speak
To make sure they
Understand us
But now we have got our singers
together
Who are understood here and
in America
And everywhere else in the world.
Hullo, listen to our singers
singing, our black stars
Hullo, look who is singing for
us…
The machines sing
Hullo, these are our singers,our
black stars
They don’t sing sweetly, but
they sing at work
As they make your light they
sing
As they make clothes, newspapers,
waterpipes
Railways and lamps, stoves and
records
They sing.
Hullo, now that you’re all here,
sing one more time
Your little number across the
all understand.
The machines repeat their song
This isn’t the wind in the maples,
my boy
No song to the lonely moon
This is the wild roar of our
daily toil
We curse it and count it a boon
For it is the voice of our cities
It is our favourite song
It is the language we all understand
It will soon be the world’s
mother tongue.
Bertolt Brech
SOLIDARITY SONG
Peoples of the world, together
Join to serve the common cause!
So it feeds us all for ever
See to it that it’s now yours.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can
be seen now to be!
When starving or when
eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
Black or white or brown or yellow
Leave your old disputes behind,
Once start talking with your
fellow
Men, you’ll soon be of one mind.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can
be seen now to be!
When starving or when
eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
If we want to make this certain
We’ll need you and your support.
It’s yourselves you’ll be deserting
If you rat on your own sort.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can
be seen now to be!
When starving or when
eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
All the gang of those who rule
us
Hope our quarrels never stop
Helping them to split and fool
us
So they can remain on top.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can
be seen now to be!
When starving or when
eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
Workers of the world, uniting
That’s the way to lose your
chains.
Mighty regiments now are fighting
That no tyranny remains!
Forward, without forgetting
Till the concrete question
is hurled
When starving or when
eating
Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?
And whose world is the
world?
Bertolt Brecht
THE DOUBTER
Whenever we seemed
To have found the answer to
a question
One of us united the string
of the old rolled-up
Chinese scroll on the wall,
so that it fell down and
Revealed to us the man on the
bench who
Doubted so much.
I, he said to us
Am the doubter. I am doubtful
whether
The work was well done that
devoured your days.
Whether what you said would
still have value for anyone if it
Were less well said.
Whether you said it well but
perhaps
Were not concvinced of the truth
of what you said.
Whether it is not ambiguous;each
possible misunderstanding
Is your responsibility.
Or it can be unambiguous
And take the contracdictions
out of things; is it too
Unambiguous?
If so, what you say is useless.
Your thing has no life in it.
Are you truly in the stream
of happening? Do you accept
All that develops? Are you developing?
Who are you? To
Whom
Do you speak? Who finds
what you say useful? And , by the
Way:
Is it sobering? Can it
be read in the morning?
Is it also linked to what is
already there? Are the sentences
That were
Spoken before you made use of,
or at least refuted? Is
Everything verifiable?
By experience? By which
one? But above all
Always above all else: how does
one act
If one believes what you say?
Above all: how does one act?
Reflectively, curiously, we studied
the doubting
Blue man on the scroll, looked
at each other and
Made a fresh start.
Bertolt Brecht
THE BREAD OF THE PEOPLE
Justice is the bread of the
people
Sometimes is plentiful, sometimes
it is scarce
Sometimes it tastes good, sometimes
it tastes bad.
When the bread is scarce, there
is hunger.
When the bread is bad, there
is discontent.
Throw away the bad justice
Baked without love, kneaded
without knowledge!
Justice without flavour, with
a grey crust
The stale justice which comes
too late!
If the bread is good and plentiful
The rest of the meal can be
excused.
One cannot have plenty of everything
all at once.
Nourished by the bread of justice
The work can be achieved
From which plenty comes.
As daily bread is necessary
So is daily justice.
It is even necessary several
times a day.
From morning till night, at work,
enjoying oneself.
At work which is an enjoyment.
In hard times and in happy times
The people requires the plentiful,
wholesome
Daily bread of justice.
Since the bread of justice, then,
is so important
Who, friends, shall bake it?
Who bakes the other bread?
Like the other bread
The bread of justice must be
baked
By the people.
Plentiful, wholesome, daily.
Bertolt Brecht