One Of The Mistakes The Germans Made

We Dance For The Pure Joy Of It. In The Kitchen To The Record Player. Because We've Got It In Us. All Over ... It's Not Just In The Legs. It Comes From Inside And Runs All Through You. In Waves. From Down Below To Up Above. All The Way To The Scalp.

Translation Is That Which Transforms Everything So That Nothing Changes.

An Empty Bus Hurtles Through The Starry Night Perhaps The Driver Is Singing And Happy Because He Sings.

In General, I Agree With Jacob Grimm And Feel That We Ought To Permit Changes And Uncontrolled Growth In Language. Even Though That Also Allows Potentially Threatening New Words To Develop, Language Needs The Chance To Constantly Renew Itself.

I Had An Uncle Who Was A Postal Official At The Polish Post Office In Gdansk. He Was One Of The Defenders Of The Polish Postal Service And, After It Capitulated, Was Shot By The Germans Under The Provisions Of Martial Law. Suddenly He Was No Longer A Member Of The Family, And We Were No Longer Allowed To Play With His Children.