A D V E N T U R E S in C Y B E R S O U N D
'Radio'
by Bertolt Brecht
"...This addiction (to) and the fears of it's (radio's) power are perhaps best illustrated by this poem from Bertolt Brecht:"
You little box, held to me when escaping
So that your valves should not break,
Carried from house to ship from ship to train,
So that my enemies might go on talking to me.
Near my bed, to my pain
The last thing at night, the first thing in the morning,
Of their victories and of my cares,
Promise me not to go silent all of a sudden.
Source: TBA
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