In the Devil's Larder

FromVignette 54 from the Devil's Larder, by Jim Crace.

"The Devil wanders with his straw sack at night through the meadows and the woods behind the town. He's there we're told, to plant the mushrooms that he's raised in Hell, where there's no light to green them, so that the gatherers who come at dawn, against the wisdoms of the coutryside, can satisfy their appetites for sickeners or conjurors, or fungi smelling of dead flesh and tasting of nothing when they're cooked. He feeds them dissapointments, nightmares. fevers. indigestion, fear."

Hot damn that's good.

Johannes Bobrowski

"How beautiful a house is, now in the night. The wind drops that little bit of dust by the roadside before it swings around and up onto the roof, bends over to the right, looks down at the bed of onions, and then jumps off the ridge, one hand on the chimney."
-Johannes Bobrowski

Bobrowski was from East Germany but as far as he was concerned he was Prussian. It makes him the last great writer in Prussian literature as he was the last one in Prussia at the time. If you're curious how he could so freely add anthropomorphize the wind, read his works. I reccomend Darkness and a Little Light as a good collection.