Peter Hacks
Peter Hacks (21 March 1928 – 28 August 2003) was a German playwright, author, and essayist.
Hacks was born in Breslau (Wrocław), Lower Silesia. Displaced by World War II, Hacks settled in Munich in 1947, where he made acquaintance with Thomas Mann and Bertolt Brecht. Hacks then followed Brecht to East Berlin in 1955. However, a continued cooperation between him and Brecht did not arose. From 1960 Hacks worked as a dramaturge at the Deutsches Theater (DT) in Berlin.
When the staging of his play "Die Sorgen und die Macht" (1962) sparked criticism from officials, he gave up his position as a dramaturge at the DT and lived again as a freelance writer. His success on the world stage - most notably with "Ein Gespräch im Hause Stein über den abwesenden Herrn von Goethe" (A Discussion in the Stein Home about the Absent Mr. Goethe)- led to his literary acceptance within GDR and West-Germany.
Hacks was a communist and supported the East German government's 1976 expatriation of the singer Wolf Biermann. His correspondence with the communist historian Kurt Gossweiler has been published.
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- Meta Morfoß released: 2013
- Biene, Raben, Bock und Bär: Ein Märchenzoo released: 2009
Born: 1928-03-21
Died: 2003-08-28
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Attitude like a tiger
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Got that Real good yaki, and Stay on dat Ultra sheen
5 star dime piece, pose when she hit tha scene
Plus her Style never touched, And her Vibe so unique
Her swagga Tyra Banks, you can see it in her face
Make a nigga wanna taste, every time she hit tha stage
So fine and untamed, she shakin it to tha bass
unchanged, and she said, she don’t fuckin care, whut hatas say
Shawty so fine, she know how to work a pogo
Flossin in da club, u never catch her Solo dolo
She like how I rock da polo, hands on me like a spider
Then I watched her back up on me, shake it like she was tyra
She walk like tyra
Big Talk like tyra
Pretty Face like tyra
Slim waste like tyra
Hot like a lighter
Set the club on fire
Style be the shit,
Attitude like a tiger
She ain’t ever been scared, confidence like a tiger
Been the focal point will never be a side liner
High up on the fine scale and only getting flyer
Fire up the room you would think she was a lighter
She don’t ever slow done, only go for the gold
Her mind on her grind, yah she be the centerfold
Her style so refreshin got a nigga revamped
Little mamma let me see you take a pose for tha cam
Every flash a couple grand, only rockin name brand
She stay on that, supper glam, got hatas like supper fans
Mind on tha runway, eyes on the prize, fighter
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Pretty Face like tyra
Slim waste like tyra
Hot like a lighta
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Attitude like a tiga
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