When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.
By Wislawa Szymborska
Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh
Copyright Ā© Wislawa Szymborska, S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh
Macro and micro opinions on humans, their culture, politics and science
Wanderings & observations
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
Hype,Decoded.
-the near-unconsciousness of possible meanings -
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Information hygiene for the Covid-19 infodemic
Caminante, no hay camino. Se hace camino al andar. Wayfarer, there is no way. You make a way as you go. (Antonio Machado)
Word is itself, perhaps. It says little about itself, however. Not quite worm, not quite sword, but nonetheless, slippy and sharp.
This is very good
Daaaaamn. Hard and raw like a spring downpour on the face.
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