Ian P. Beacock
Werth, treading the shadowy borderlands between history and poetry, looked at small things and saw the world. Individual stories put him in touch with cosmic forces. Daily encounters sent him spiraling through time and space.
One evening in October 1905, when most Berliners were bundled away at home, Kurt Hiller wandered alone through the Tiergarten. Well, not quite alone. Walking […]