Speed Memories
I recently attended the opening night of Karl Krauss's play The Last Days of Mankind in the Yugoslav Drama Theatre, a house which still preserves traces of the memory of Europe. That evening, I wrote down on my copy of the playbill the following: "Karl Krauss on the stage! Voice of apocalypse on the boards! Ironist on the public platform! The L a s t D a y s o f M a n k in d in Belgrade! This is not a good sign - it might be a first-class theatrical provocation, a doubtful theatrical gesture, a belated literary-theatrical representation of Krauss's discourse of catastrophe".
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