Thanksgiving Is Ruined

The Personal is Political. The Political is Personal.

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January 21, 2009
giving it time

Sade:                [goes to the bathtub. Musical accompaniment.]

                          That's how it is, Marat
                          That's how they see your revolution
                          They have a toothache
                          and need their teeth pulled
                          Their soup's burnt
                          They shout for better soup
                          A woman finds her husband too short
                          she wants a taller one
                          A man finds his wife too skinny
                          he wants a plumper one. . . .

                          A poet runs out of poetry
                          and desperately gropes for new concepts
                          For hours an angler casts his line
                          why aren't the fish biting?
                          And so they join the revolution . . .

                          So they storm all the citadels
                          and there they are
                          and everything is just the same . . .

                          and all that heroism
                          which drove us down to the sewers
                          well we can talk about it to our grandchildren
                          if we have any grandchildren

                          [Music changes to a quartet with a tragic flavour.]
from Peter Weiss's The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat As Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade (scene 25, "Corday's Second Visit")

(readable in various adaptations and translations, for example, here, here and here)