Both Mayakovski, Brecht and Pasolini, in different ways of course, have been great inspirations to me, too. But perhaps more than Brecht’s plays or Pasolini’s films, it is their poetry that I find most haunting and moving, as though they were whispering, still whispering

(...)
Those who take the meat from the table
Teach contentment.
Those for whom the contribution is destined
Demand sacrifice.
Those who eat their fill speak to the hungry
Of wonderful times to come.
Those who lead the country into the abyss
Call ruling too difficult
For ordinary men.
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