It’s Adorno there! Not too bad, despite the wear.
A pale, ashen green – seems he’s lost his sheen.
That’s wrong, the second line – I should have written Schein.
It’s their Schein the Germans lose as they scuff their shoes,
proceeding by two’s through the cheers and boos,
a pageant of the heady. Now Hork and Teddy,
from their shelves set free, at the end of history,
under bluest Himmel. Here come Simmel
and Weber. By God, it’s Nietzsche paired with Schreber!
Kafka in trousers supporting Kaspar Hauser,
Goethe and Freud, emerging from the void,
Teddy and Hork, sole Mephisto without his fork,
Heine and Marx, reunited beneath the sparks
flying out from the “light” in Enlightenment
as its authors are released from dull confinement!
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