Lisa Eckhart illuminates the illustrious corpses of literature and creates delightful bastards from bitterly wicked ballads and baroque pathos. The boils of postmodernity are wrapped in meter-tailored garments and delightfully burst on stage. If Schopenhauer seems too optimistic, Nietzsche too whiny, and Kafka too cheerful for you, this work will provide a remedy. It may not make you a better person, but it will certainly keep you from becoming one. With a malicious smile, wicked rhymes, and a polished delivery, Lisa Eckhart captivates with raven-black humor, commanding stage presence, sharp wit, and not least, the greatest poetic talent currently enriching the cabaret scene.