WENN DER SOMMER NICHT MEHR WEIT IST (WHEN SUMMER ISN’T FAR AWAY)

Michael Dangl read from his “Hymn to the South” last spring in Das MuTh. Now he plunges headlong into in the hottest, most untamed and liberating season – with his own new poems and trusty companions; Konstantin Wecker spending time on the beach, Bertolt Brecht swimming in lakes and rivers, Henry Miller conversing by the pool, and Marina Tsvetaeva sending her regards from the seaside.