Dialogues seem tired

There is very little dialogue left in the world. Dialogues seem tired.
So I return to my monologues, in my search for this house in the interior.

Beyond Ganga Devi, Indian folk artist of the Mithila tradition and her incredible story (I am still searching for pictures of her latest work, when she abandons the formalities of the tantric geometric traditions of godly symbolisms and paints stark scenes in the hospital where she dies in 1991, of cancer, at 63.)

Beyond Ganga Devi, I cannot stop reading this guy’s blog, Will, he says, is thirty two, a Gemini and he knows books. He quotes with a firm hand and if one reads it carefully, one begins to imagine we all live in the world of fantasy.

Today in his blog I found mention to a children’s book co-authored by Brecht – “Die drei soldatten”, published in 1931.
Provoking children to ask questions: Why me and who ate the rainbows?

See the end of this post to get to the rainbow bit.

In a mixture of quotes from various sources and original text, he tells us about Brecht’s poem “Die Drei Soldatten” – Hunger, Mishap, and Consumption. Very much worth a visit because it reminds me of today, in our world.

In the end of the poem, 
"With the death of God, the invisible becomes visible again. The class war is revealed.”

Back to dialogue I say, if you decide to go to Will’s site, do scroll down to the end of that post to find out about Who Ate the Rainbow? in yet nother book:

"When Uh-oh the rainbow is cut in half by a kite string, it is eaten by a big fish, which is in turn eaten by a duck, which lays a rainbow egg. The snake eats the egg and acquires rainbow colors. When it touches a withered tree, the tree is immediately restored to life and even bears rainbow fruit.


Uh-oh...”