An Indifferent Buchenwald: How Does the Present Change Our Reading of the Past?

“Although what glitters on the trees, row after perfect row, is merely the injustice of the world…” – “Two Paintings by Gustav Klimt” by Jorie Graham [Setting: On a big, fluffy white cloud in the sky] Graham: Wow — is that Gustav Klimt? Mr. Klimt, hello there! I have to say, I’m a huge fan. You know, I once wrote a poem about you! Well, rather, about one of your beech tree compositions,… Read More