Just a Touch Smitten: Work in Berlin

In this city that has finally managed to wound me in the course of a wicked subway rap battle, I still enjoy and crave the challenge: today, it’s prose production, the crumpling up of old schedules, the whipping of manuscripts into inboxes of distant editors, a throwing of oneself south to the archive to slake the thirst for more documents. In the past five days … Continue reading Just a Touch Smitten: Work in Berlin

Postwar Meditation: Berlin/Tokyo

Postwar is post-nothing: it is the beginning of something.   “Ach!”, trained instinct cries, “but what of ‘tragen’, to carry heavy burdens, of its simple past  trug?  Do not ponderous and blackened memories determine future projections?”  No {we say, affected with blithe mannerisms}, because the burdens have been bombed away.  Digs, belongings, spouses, families, pensions: the war wiped it all away, and one has to begin … Continue reading Postwar Meditation: Berlin/Tokyo