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Zruno Brehm - Man and Poem Brehm-EhrungimSudetengau On the eve of the great German poet. meet, which in the past years took place in Karisbad- Political writer, wesensdeuter and fighter / by Heinz Seheibenpilug and deffen external occasion of the 50th century. The day of birth of the fudeten German poet Bruno Brehm was an impressive honour to the poet in the Neichsgau Sudetenland. His poetic work, the poet who was born with the award, is celebrated in the dignified city theatre of the old Staufenstadt. the schedal of his narrower homeland had to be able to say than again he, the shon in the previous eger, who closely consequenced with Bruno Brehm's life, though heavy on him! Autumn before the dichotomy of the National Book Prize, which had been defamed in Beimar, his courteous distinction was bound, the leading personality had found itself, became the common good of the whole dent- the leg wound from the first war suffering, Europe escaped, how terrible the danger of riding the Sudelengau with Gauleiter and Reichs- achen people. in the Balkans was again as a dificient in the troupe of machine-worshiping soul lofty, which sees here instead Konrad Senlein at the Gpihe and means to drive him in the tank, when he threatened to break loose. Again and again, where German soldiers together - one is allowed to jam above the political writer. In two gifts, which the Gauleiter burns to the Schikfalslampf in the Oslen. Poets handed over, found symbolically Ausdrud, sizen and the questions of that unprecedented time to Us, which we each today in the struggle in the above the Wefensdeuter unsever Since not speak, sooner or later the name Bruno Brehm marries the Sudentendeutjchtum be- East, has forgotten another so kar and poet, who to a benevolent Serzen Brehm; this speaks for the historical todays exploited. Gauleiter Henlein wrote the sudeten effect of the great novel trinity of the downfall of children as a sign of the friendship-lire- out of the sun-armed battles for his alliance, and commissioned the audacious novel "On German artist Arnold Sartig a plalet of the old Austrian monarch, for the sense-residence, Susanne", which was commissioned from golden children, which on the one hand the giving power of the words of each poet, with whom land leads to the time wave of 19l4. Image of Brehm, on the Nüc side above which he describes the struggle in Dften in Diefe works from his own experience. They run the coat of arms of the Sudetenland the saying of the prefsear titles and Borträgen picture and he would not be the South German, if Fudeten German Nampfzeit came to him: "Heimat is work!". "Bruno Brehm's dignity was given as a second gift to listen here to a man who had every word out of his heart, to those dear ones who read Brehm, who will have a certain feeling. The momentum of his heart to be blessed With the Blidk over the Danube and against book. But a hundred well-known Germans have in each of the Budh of thanks Bruno Brehm knows their greetings and who knows no distance between the, Sidosten, so Brehm lives today in Vienna and deboien. Besides the Tatjache, that in it above all what he writes and what he lives. Who Brehm also this is a program. He has confessed, knows, unconditionally confirms this, has recognized false space, and His problems are so straightforward and powerfully fine words to us when asked and he is decisive for this it may be considered a beautiful proof of famtdeutsche Berbundenheit that the first three, which they sent greetings to Bruno Brehm from the most recent mountain angst and the next future of the old fraedition and the great guilds, so llar and openly blidken also jeine Rugen opposite the end of the wide German bater eufgabe. in this world, in this life, which he has tasted in all The Poet and Deuter, who now come with un-Land: Agnes Miegel, Erwin Guido Ups and downs himself, and lives through intimidated creative power on the söhe of his Mir-Kunbenhener and Hanns Friedrich Blund. This book is an impressive collective property. From his own path, he was given the strength of kens, who, as an officer, became an officer of the Gefchis document, which was written by the poet and künder Hans as he could now. With the look up came and therefore became a fighter, Grimm began to lead to Hans Baumann. count his book title, close to us with the joining together, because he also jetts again, in living attributes is such an accomplished personal continuation of his task, which only does not explore the form, like the Brehms. change. but not the content, where the here sees the boron life above and it will fall to Enisdeiduna: as a soldier in the Dst! They all lay down like a man a parallel to it; the young Austrian-The Gauleiter congratulates Brehm on the dense fog over the real Werle, they jets rich dffizier, who already after the first Kümp-anlässlich of the 50th century. Bruno Brehm's birthday is like rust on them and takes away their splendor. fen in the Dften into the prisoner's business and thus after transmitted Gauleiter and Reichsftatthalter Dr. But of those people who have to go to Biicher mur with Siberia, who meet Dwinger there, seriously ill, whom he today, in Freund-Uiberreither, vacates to the poet jeine and the Gaues, so that one may think that they are close to reading Diefeschaft, who, on the exchange route, is at home: Pichler-Wulionau Steiermark. Also, let us speak just as little as of those who, with thick books, experience the folds of their lommt and the end of the monarchy on the outgoing chalices of the southern front, stretch trousers. The dear reader searches in the grey years for the together But the Lejers also change, they can break the meaning of the event in the Ge from one group to the other ascend and descend, study of shifts, watch eyes he experiences the He. they grain better or worse readers become, they sn u buu d aloabu By Bruno Brehm Lönnen gain experience and what is heavier. In the past, when I think to him of that great-deuish thought, for which he and Lefer exist, which, as dear readers addressed, may read only those books which he did not understand, I made a fool of myself. Today, so much has done to his writings. For fine after. only smile: they want to be a dear reader and understand kaun. That twilight, by which he I believe that the mistake is not with me, but the design of the Austrian depression is not won by a leash of flattery readers persistently neyen Gedanten Nebeln, lies with the writer. Deun also the most difficult only history recording and nenaktige Ausdeu- lafsen; her Heine's bleiftifistümpfchen is already seems the only light, in which the pale germs can make sense, if it is correct, but before all symbolic simile-spiced, it looks hard, they can thrive in jind strict lefers, finer meager thoughts. Words sound. It is only to him that we owe it that today those who only take hold of those books, whose supporters we do not admit, that we also have to be the simple ones. Bielheit of the Belefenen all over Europe seems to be inferior to the deuish ones spiritually. The (what kind of youth of what time it would not be) in un- But now we come to the wild, to the suffering-tasting task, which was fchon the old Donan- imperial empire, but which it does not master strict readers are not pleasant menjchen, they serer youth spiritually far above our relationshipal readers. We, too, Ipvechen half-mouthed with fich, because they had already lived for a long time; they were almost pleasant pains, which once had been able to open up father's bookbox from behind. Who so alive in the middle of the moving event can find no one who prepared their eternal resistance to us our incomprehension, when we trampled him with us to come to the books which he can bear. However, he always wanted to feed such a heavy food that had never shut him up before our read-wreath. Belche days, describe, so colorfully shveiben and yet can keep as much distance and wisely weigh as it must hold, so the silent book was just and never good for them. Unyer spiritual, which nights were these! What adventures he-- the right partner jür one of them ever so badly nourished stomach was hollow. What shm we lived, how flew the sides, like a little time Brehm does in his great novels as well as beloved entertainment. Why, then, would he not have given soust in his many political and hiptorical ups and ups, and that we took ourselves, the names of the heroes really white rand there, if not for call, question and where we gave him, he could not bear. He groaned, how glad we were to see the lost and borriers, he must have the wisdom of a sign of fury, if not for evil cin good and calm heart, and those kyi- hefty, and we took this growling as to be avoided, how did it hurt us if me throw and intercessions? Well-behaved our inner voice, which from bright image through the shadows of nener, uncalled, sequence, which not only darkens the poet, but also the When these stvengen readers only to those bilehern sunne u uan unwelcome guests or even characterizes completely human Brehm. A consequence, which greige, of which fie suppose that their readers, who read only such books, were covered. Bie grieved us, if he, who comes from old Austrian Dffigersadel, came from. grown up in garrison cities, found at the front of the dimmer, then they can't understand, these readers, the brother, who could read faster, joined us in the evenings fie mur some grudges in our heads, a great crowd never the works of the great themselves, but those in bed foretelling in dry words what became then and as a political poet read books and from this way read the sweet feeling only books about the works by the great; much-we are only in the next castes. was again marshmallow, in the nests of fubeten-spiritual superiority to taste. The lowest level they want to wrest directly from the spiritual Once again, after the great war, this austere Lejer, who look at the catcher's fingers, to catch him at the wrong play, exemplified supremacy, perhaps they believe that again the same read-wreath, it was us, as a stud. film mostly contents sish with that detective and Crimean- about this type of interpretation the conversation we could learn from books, why everything so nal stories, in which it is an easy one: "Blöd- mit den Großen easier fallen. So they broom that had come, as it iber uns fich ficht gefunkt In the very plan of the German hohschulen takes sunl nonsense! Where remains the logic! Giehe Seite Kommentare von den Werke jelbst und haten. We had become children again. Did the film science have an ever larger room 231!" or "Gang and even impossible, because against then, so much about the original work we experienced in the youth after Neclam=Bändchen ge. Bor around decades wrote Emilie finnig!" to the edge to write. But to have the one that they can afford to give themselves this. Should it be calculated, then we counted the seizing Altenloh the first dissertation on the marriage more persuasive, strict reader rather to se but by irgerideinen unforeseeable Zu- money in Blicher, which us in the tribulation thatx "The Sociology of Cinema". Almost all of the historical representations, in which a resistance could be consoled with an original work-days. If I see today the gilded universities devolved themselves the film knowledge, then reading only solute paper of those issues remembers, so I can speak less by the way of the treatment, but from the existing Jnstituten jür Zeitungs- dern through the Lefers own anschanung about that which the others already in this work do not resist soft emotion. We had given this knowledge, and nocy howle, a. B., in Berlin and events. He, who himself did not write together any critics. These books on books in captivity, these in Magedonia, that Leipzig, are reading the fiimmissenschaftliche Seminare, is read with the small pencil reading these people from a misunderstood in the valley of the Bventa! On these pages, sub-divisions of the time-suspicious fantasies fell in the hand of the true Sountag hunters' sense of educational duty, in order to nevertheless some of the carb light to be allowed and smelled bad, that stitute, for press, film and as a third of the Kritite. His library resembles a booty knowing what would otherwise not be accessible to them, we had to close the book, because at all ten radio stations are today the three most important collection, his pride are those Böde, the other they were not a foreign hand on many Schlügel light more for reading. In doing so, Felbptver- have shot, and he shimmers with feathers, because in the Jr. around. Nadh Biesem wild reading came the learning v dd abaab uou not only on jeine publizistijchen which he has plucked out others to prove what why so many Biichers greiben read about books. Ginige had already started with it earlier, mene Ubwech trouhtet A Gleapo Marieh jondern üheral feels he can become felbst, I don't know, and certainly not why and perhaps fie had by the war even oica0s bun The true counterplay of the strict reader is also still books written about those books had not been interrupted. Jch still see the little Fühncih before me, who had gathered fine legal stripts and books from the position under his arm and did not want to let them drive even at the big jumps over the open field. At the beginning we did not easily chew on the learning reading, we could not quickly get used to the trodden sound of learned books. But he who once learned the pleasure of such reading, who has gone after all the impoverishments and binge through all the quoted Büichers with that wieldful zeal of fire, who in the end leads to his own thoughts, who will never want to miss him again. Thought is associated with thoughts, doubts are haunted by new doubts, solid ground begins to tremble deceptively, a small light stripe spreads more and more, and we see what we juke, at once in bright light. Everything that comes to a new conclusion is willingly and ready in the Snsiem that we have set up, we have established ourselves over this Belt a separate one, in which only what is paşt into it is important. The heroes of such books are the thoughts, their actions are the Bewsise. ihce tension rests in their method, our Kritit resists. laughs, mocks, rejoices and strikes, all the forms of the reader that we have described so far unite to the one that is becoming deeper and deeper into the world of knowledge. Dear Leferl Yes, you are dear to me and I only wish you one thing: that at the right time you will find the book that you long for. For if you have found it, then you can be glowing for tingy hours and enjoy the feet of the spirit in all its possible forms. You can be a hero and complete great zaten, you know to be a thinker and think with foreign thoughts, you can (what all that.) chatting with a book like a good friend, yes, you can hear the voice of each friend as if he were talking to you all the time.