A strong and united nation may be destroyed if it is unprepared against sudden attack. But even a nation well armed and well organized from a strictly military standpoint may, after a period of time, meet defeat if it is unnerved by self-distrust, endangered by class prejudice, by dissension between capital and labor, by false economy and by other unsolved social problems at home.
It’s all I have to bring to-day—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget—
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
The question is not: how can there be poetry after holocausts?
But: how can there be holocausts after poetry?
(An antithesis to Adorno’s statement that writing poetry after Auschwitz was barbaric. From the film: In Praise of Nothing/ Slatko od nista by Boris Mitić, Serbia, Croatia, France 2017, spoken by Iggy Pop) Weiterlesen →
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; Weiterlesen →