As A Child I Was A Great

Today I Know That All Things Are Watching, That Nothing Goes Unseen, That Even Wallpaper Has A Better Memory Than Human Beings. It's Not God In His Heaven Who Sees Everything. A Kitchen Chair, A Clothes Hanger, A Half-filled Ashtray, Or The Wooden Replica Of A Woman Named Niobe Can Serve Perfectly Well As An Unforgetting Witness To Our Every Deed.

You Are Vain And Wicked- As A Genius Should Be.

My Relationship With Wilhelm And Jacob Grimm Reaches Far Back Into My Childhood. I Grew Up With Grimm's Fairy Tales. I Even Saw A Theater Production Of 'tom Thumb' During Advent At The State Theater In Danzig, Which My Mother Took Me To See.

I Wept When The Muse Ulla Bent Over Me. Blinded By Tears I Could Not Prevent Her From Kissing Me, I Could Not Prevent The Muse From Giving Me That Terrible Kiss. All Of You Who Have Ever Been Kissed By The Muse Will Surely Understand That Oskar, Once Branded By That Kiss, Was Condemned To Take Back The Drum He Had Rejected Years Before, The Drum He Had Buried In The Sand Of Sapse Cemetery.

What Does A River Like The Vistula Carry Away With It? Everything That Goes To Pieces: Wood, Glass, Pencils, Pacts ... Chairs, Bones, And Sunsets Too. What Had Long Been Forgotten Rose To Memory, Floating On Its Back Or Stomach, With The Help Of The Vistula.