The Gorilla of Berlin A gorilla in the zoo of Berlin roams in rage inside his walled and iron-barred pit. He watches us with a dark stare like a life sentenced prisoner. He certainly has complete awareness of his situation and hates his fate, just as he hates us, the ones who have made him the spectacle. If he could scream straight at us all the things he thinks of us we would not know where to hide our faces. But he would much prefer to be free outside of his pit and like some mighty god, emancipated, scatter us all to his right and left and leap over our heads, over the zoo’s fence, the streets, the houses, the apartment buildings, the factories, the trains and cars and find himself in his virgin forest one thousand years before all this, alone, face to face with his own god. (Translated by Marilena Zackheos) Unfading Roses Only the spirit gives birth to unfading roses and only art creates perfection. With all the p...