1913

When what we have created turns to ruin, we know that out of those ruins, new life will always blossom forth.

Stalin, Hitler and Tito, two of the twentieth century’s greatest tyrants and one of its most evil dictators,

it sounded like the whole world belonged to him

So this is the world of poetry, the world of the imagination, in January 1913.

Who knows how this New Year will go; the last one was awful. Forget it!’

Can you read the world?

It’s true: an ocean liner goes down more quickly than the West. Leonardo DiCaprio has not yet been born.

Franz

Is it sado-masochism, or is it love?

my support, my everything, as ever

Merely to see one another, dear Lou [the word ‘dear’ is underlined three times], that’s my greatest hope.’