Thanksgiving week is upon us, so a poem about dancing. (Nope, that’s not supposed to make any sense.)
In the words of Bob Dylan, this poem is about the ways in which we “keep on keeping on.”
Written in 1923/24, this poem captures Arendt’s sense of irony and humor in the face of dark times. She agreed with Bertolt Brecht that tragedy deals with the sufferings of mankind in a less serious way than comedy.
And if there’s one thing that stood out to me while I was writing Hannah Arendt from previous accounts, it was how everyone from her first husband to Jerome Kohn described her dancing.
She was always ready to dance.
I hope you have a beautiful week full of laughter.