August 2011
89 posts
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A Prophet
Stretched wide by gigantic visions,
bright from the fire’s glare from that course
of judgments, which never destroy him,-
are his eyes, gazing beneath thick
brows. And already in his inmost self
words are building up again,
not his own(for what would his amount to
and how benignly they’d go to waste)
but other, hard ones: chunks of iron, stones,
which he must melt down like a...
Peter Sarstedt
his Pandora station is getting it done.
“My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal...”
– Jorge Luis Borges
July 2011
46 posts
