Wislawa Szymborska, “Love at First Sight”

Love at First Sight (from mission.net) Wislawa Szymborska (tr. Walter Whipple) Both are convinced that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together. Beautiful is such a certainty, but uncertainty is more beautiful. Because they didn’t know each other earlier, they suppose that nothing was happening between them. What of the streets, stairways and corridors […]

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Wislawa Szymborska, “Metaphysics”

Metaphysics Wislawa Szymborska (tr. Clare Cavanagh & Stanislaw Barańczak) It’s been and gone. It’s been, so it’s gone. In the same irreversible order, for such is the rule of this foregone game. A trite conclusion, not worth writing if it weren’t an unquestionable fact, a fact for ever and ever, for the whole cosmos, as […]

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Plans, 6/22/15

Oh, so many. Need to rewrite everything on the blog. This probably will take the rest of my life, so I’m more than happy to make gradual improvements when I can. I’ll start with a few tags and categories and let you know as they’ve been cleaned up. Only tag/category I’m feeling comfortable with right […]

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State of Denial, 6/20/15

Jeb Bush made headlines earlier today for saying he didn’t know what was in the heart and mind of the Charleston shooter. To future generations of this and other civilizations: the shooter went into a black church and killed 9 people at Bible study because, in his words, he wanted to start a race war. […]

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Wislawa Szymborska, “Vermeer”

Vermeer Wislawa Szymborska (tr. Clare Cavanagh & Stanislaw Barańczak) So long as that woman from the Rijksmuseum in painted quiet and concentration keeps pouring milk day after day from the pitcher to the bowl the World hasn’t earned the world’s end. Comment: Not even our age, with a supposed concern for rights, a profession to […]

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Charles Simic, “In the Street”

In the Street Charles Simic Beauty, dark goddess, We met and parted As though we parted not. Like two stopped watches In a dusty store window, One golden morning of time. Comment: Weird, this maturity thing. Adolescent desire and all the desperate, stupid thought accompanying should fall away, no? Yet it doesn’t seem to work […]

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