"In a letter to his sister during winter in 1944, when Berlin was being bombed day and night, he describes a concert by the Berlin Philharmonic, conducted by Wilhelm Furtwängler, with the audience and the musicians huddled in thick coats under a roof filled with holes from British and American bombshells.
Almost until the last stages of the war, when the Soviet Army conquered Berlin in a devastating battle that reduced the city to rubble, the cinemas were full, the dance revues were in full swing, the soccer competition went on, and people visited the zoo and sunbathed on the Wannsee opposite the infamous villa where the logistics of the Holocaust were worked out over glasses of brandy." —Ian Buruma via
If you stuck 6 toothpicks in a gloating potato.
“The Inlaid Zither
Li Shangyin (813-858)
Why should this inlaid zither have
just fifty silken strings?
Each string, each fret reminds me of
one year of my flowerings.
Young Zhuang woke from his dream confused:
was he a butterfly?
Lord Wang in spring gave his heart to
a cuckoo’s murmurings.
The bright moon on the azure sea
stirs tears in the pearl,
The warm sun on the Blue Stone Field
engenders smoke from jade:
How could these feelings, then, become
enduring memory,
Which, at the time, were full, themselves,
of disappointment’s shade?”
—tr Frederick Turner
A game guide for a retro game that never existed.
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