I have thoughts on César Aira, Fernando Pessoa, and a marvelous little book by Guillermo Martínez (on Borges and mathematics) in draft form still waiting. This is a note to remind myself of where my energies should be channeled, regardless of the fear knocking at our door.
I think Auden would forgive me for placing this here (so I don't forget):
We must love one another or die.
Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
3 comments:
I certainly understand that blogging can't come first, particularly under the circumstances, but this is your window to a greater world and your friends are watching, so post when you can!
Very best,
Bud
I think of you often, and moreso when I read the news. All the best.
cjw
Thank you both for the encouragement. For my own sanity, I do need to keep this thing going and hold the window wide open... Yes.
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