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In 1926: living at the edge of time - Monoskop

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BARS 39<br />

into <strong>the</strong> sunlight and <strong>the</strong> he<strong>at</strong>" (109). There is no geographic or cultural<br />

limit to this rule. <strong>In</strong> one <strong>of</strong> his sketches, <strong>the</strong> Munich humorist Karl<br />

Valentin sits in a local beergarden waiting for <strong>the</strong> fireworks to begin,<br />

while he is courting a nursery maid who drinks so rapidly th<strong>at</strong> he and<br />

<strong>the</strong> waitress can hardly keep up: "Just a sip-drink a little, until <strong>the</strong> next<br />

one comes" (Valentin, 242).<br />

Lightness is an <strong>at</strong>tribute <strong>of</strong> drinking only so long as constant movement<br />

prevents <strong>the</strong> drinkers from becoming addicted. Consequently, addiction<br />

becomes associ<strong>at</strong>ed with spaces th<strong>at</strong> exclude movement. If a<br />

sentence such as "He always went up to <strong>the</strong> <strong>edge</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> abyss to look"<br />

(Kessler, 447) stands as a metaphor for <strong>the</strong> addict's condition, traveling<br />

is <strong>the</strong> one mode <strong>of</strong> life which always helps a person cross <strong>the</strong> abyss<br />

without avoiding it. <strong>In</strong> jails (Valle-<strong>In</strong>clan, 189), cellars (Becher, 61ff.), or<br />

neighborhoods th<strong>at</strong> <strong>the</strong>y never leave (Borges, 30), drinkers become addicted<br />

to alcohol-and even more frequently to "hard" drugs such as<br />

morphine or cocaine. [see Immanence = Transcendence [De<strong>at</strong>h]] The<br />

opium smoker evoked in one <strong>of</strong> Brecht's sonnets "sleeps alone," forgets<br />

<strong>the</strong> world around her, and allows her body to waste away, transforming<br />

it into nothingness: "From one who smokes black smoke / one knows:<br />

she is now avid for nothing" (161). <strong>In</strong> contrast, <strong>the</strong> drinker whom Brecht<br />

describes in ano<strong>the</strong>r sonnet prepares his body for a gre<strong>at</strong>er intensity <strong>of</strong><br />

enjoyment by elimin<strong>at</strong>ing all volition: "As one pounds me<strong>at</strong> to tenderize<br />

it for e<strong>at</strong>ing, / So should one, in order to feast on one's own body, prepare<br />

one's self for consumption / (Drink schnapps, which gently caresses <strong>the</strong><br />

pal<strong>at</strong>e) / ... For lack <strong>of</strong> volition is wh<strong>at</strong> makes life worthwhile" (162).<br />

One aspect <strong>of</strong> such "de-capit<strong>at</strong>ion," as Brecht calls it, is a form <strong>of</strong><br />

forgetfulness resulting in relax<strong>at</strong>ion. This is wh<strong>at</strong> <strong>the</strong> evil cook Mario in<br />

Gerhart Hauptmann's Doro<strong>the</strong>a Angermann seeks in a bar before he<br />

tries to blackmail his former employer's two sons: Hubert, himself a<br />

drinker whose failing health confines him to his shabby apartment, and<br />

Herbert, a morally correct university pr<strong>of</strong>essor who wants to rescue<br />

Mario's wife, Doro<strong>the</strong>a, from a life on <strong>the</strong> streets. Not incidentally, <strong>the</strong><br />

scene <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> action is a town on <strong>the</strong> East Coast <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> United St<strong>at</strong>es:<br />

"Mario: . . . Forgive my talk<strong>at</strong>iveness-in order to kill <strong>time</strong> I had a<br />

whisky <strong>at</strong> <strong>the</strong> Union Bar. Hubert: This is <strong>the</strong> second <strong>time</strong> you've come.<br />

Would you please tell me as precisely as possible why you're here? Mario:<br />

It was in order to tell you why th<strong>at</strong> I needed to fortify myself in <strong>the</strong> bar"<br />

(Hauptmann, 104). Relax<strong>at</strong>ion through drink, however, is not exclu-

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