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Thread #105603 Message #3572240
Posted By: Jim Carroll
02-Nov-13 - 01:33 PM
Thread Name: BS: Poems that speak to you.
Subject: RE: BS: Poems that speak to you.
We used this in themed feature evenings of songs and poetry - usually 'Crime and Criminals', but it works elsewhere. We presented it starting with the children's version of The Cruel Mother - Weela, Weela, Wila, followed by the Adult set, (usually Mrs Costello's version), then the poem, which is a MacColl rewrite of the Brecht original. Pat (Mackenzie) is a superb reader and I have seen audience members in tears after the set. Jim Carroll
CONCERNING THE INFANTICIDE, MARIE FARRER by Bertolt Brecht
Marie Farrer, born in April, No marks, a minor, rachitic, both parents dead, Allegedly up to now without police record, Committed infanticide, it is said, As follows: in her second month, she says, With the aid of a barmaid, she did her best To get rid of her child with two douches, Allegedly painful but without success. But you, I beg you, check your wrath and scorn, For man needs help from every creature born.
She then paid out, she says, what was agreed And continued to lace herself up tight. She also drank liquor with pepper mixed in it Which purged her but did not cure her plight. Her body distressed her as she washed the dishes, It was swollen now quite visibly. She herself says, for she was still a child, She prayed to Mary most earnestly. But you, I beg you, check your wrath and scorn, For man needs help from every creature born.
Her prayers, it seemed, helped her not at all. She longed for help. Her trouble made her falter and faint at early Mass. Often drops of sweat Broke out in anguish as she knelt at the altar. Yet until her time came upon her She still kept secret her condition. For no one would believe such a thing could happen, That she, so unenticing, had yielded to temptation. But you, I beg you, check your wrath and scorn, For man needs help from every creature born.
And, on that day, she says, when it was dawn, As she washed the stairs, it seemed a nail Was driven into her belly. She was wrung with pain. But still she secretly endured her travail. All day long while hanging out the laundry, She wracked her brains until she got it through her head She had to bear the child, and her heart was heavy. But you, I beg you, check your wrath and scorn, It was very late when she went to bed. She was sent for again as soon as she lay down. Snow had fallen and she had to go downstairs. It went on till eleven. It was a long day. Only at night did she have time to bear. And so, she says, she gave birth to a son. The son she bore was just like all the others. She was unlike the others but for this There is no reason to despise this mother, You to, I beg you, check your wrath and scorn, For man needs help from every creature born.
With her last strength, she says, because Her room had now grown icy cold, she then Dragged herself to the latrine and there Gave birth as best she could (not knowing when) But toward morning. She says she was already Quite distracted and could barely hold The child for snow came into the latrine And her fingers were half numb with cold. But you, I beg you, check your wrath and scorn, For man needs help from every creature born.
Between the latrine and her room, she says, Not earlier, the child began to cry until It drove her mad so that, she says, She did not cease to beat it with her fists Blindly for some time till it was still. And then she took the body to her bed And kept it with her there all through the night. When morning came she hid it in the shed. But you, I beg you, check your wrath and scorn, For man needs help from every creature born.
Marie Farrer, born in April, An unmarried mother, convicted, died in The Meissen penitentiary. She brings home to you all men's sin. You, who bear pleasantly between clean sheets And give the name "blessed" to your womb's weight, Must not damn the weakness of the outcast, For her sin was black but her pain was great. Therefore, I beg you, check your wrath and scorn, For man needs help from every creature born.