All we are is dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind

A NADIE PRETENDO COMUNICAR CERTEZA ALGUNA. NO LAS TENGO.

A lo sumo alguna conjetura, siempre desde la incertidumbre.

Hace años lo aprendí de Albert Camus. Más tarde, unas palabras de Michel Foucault volvieron a recordármelo: No hay que dejarse seducir por las disyunciones, ni aceptar acríticamente los términos del dilema: o bien se está a favor, o bien se está en contra. Uno puede estar enfrente y de pie.

"La idea de que todo escritor escribe forzosamente sobre sí mismo y se retrata en sus libros es uno de los infantilismos que el romanticismo nos legó...las obras de un hombre trazan a menudo la historia de sus nostalgias o de sus tentaciones, casi nunca su propia historia" (Albert Camus)

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PARA QUÉ SIRVE LA FILOSOFÍA. Paco Fernández.


jueves, 16 de abril de 2009

A poet of Liverpool


WHEN YOU WAKE TOMORROW


I will give you a poem when you wake tomorrow.

It will be a peaceful poem.

It won’t make you sad.

It won’t make you miserable.

It will simply be a poem to give you

When you wake tomorrow.

It was not written by myself alone.

I cannot lay claim to it.

I found it in your body.

In your smile I found it.

Will you recognise it?

You will find it under your pillow.

When you open the cupboard

it will be there.

You will blink in astonishment,

Shout out, ‘How it trembles!

Its nakedness is startling!

How fresh it tastes!’

We will have it for breakfast;

On a table lit by loving,

At a place reserved for wonder.

We will give the world a kissing open

When we wake tomorrow.

We will offer it to the sad

landlord out on the balcony.

To the dreamers at the window.

To the hand waving

for no particular reasonWe will offer it.

An amazing and most remarkable thing,

We will offer it

to the whole human race

Which walks in us

When we wake tomorrow.


Brian Patten