Jan 04, 2011 00:36
The Real Work
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
~~Wendell Berry
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blood and words
we leave our children
blood and words
we sing to our bones
beside the fire
we sharpen our fists
into daggers
almost dead
we assassinate
almost nothing
we rip out our eyes
our parents left us
blood and words
we leave our children
blood and words
--Homero Aridjis
From Vivir para ver/Living to see (1977)
Translated from the Spanish by Eliot Weinberger
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