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 →