Clausewitz, On War, Book 1: A brief meditation
Posted by Critt Jarvis on January 18th, 2009 (All posts by Critt Jarvis)
Berlin was cold.
Disconnectedness was mean:
Mad sectors of spy versus spy.
Yet,
In the end,
Information with passion prevails,
Permeates walls,
Perturbs the politic.
Paper. Scissors. Rock.
Influence disseminated.
Are we not all Berliners?
January 18th, 2009 at 11:48 am
Clausewitz wakes at dawn
A dream … new machines … same men …
whose torch lights the way?
January 18th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
Clausewitz Teutonic prose
Squinting in the dim light of the nightstand lamp
Sharpie in hand, hesitating
Wishing he had a beer