Wednesday, February 1, 2012

the journeys in its claws

gordon matta clark

--you should download Anne Carson's performance of "Cassandra Float Can" at the 92nd Street Y for free at Itunes.

--Six Winters by Tomas Tranströmer.

The wonderful Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska died today in her sleep. Here is one of my favorite poems of hers:

Unexpected Meeting

We are very polite to each other,
insist it’s nice meeting after all these years.
Our tigers drink milk.
Our hawks walk on the ground.
Our sharks drown in water.
Our wolves yawn in front of the open cage.
Our serpents have shaken off lightning,
monkeys---inspiration, peacocks---feathers.
The bats---long ago now---have flown out of our hair.
We fall silent in mid-phrase,
smiling beyond salvation.
Our people
have nothing to say.

1923-2012 R.I.P

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