A song, a poem, and a sunset

Three little quiet, Sunday gems from a dear University friend, Ana Maria Correa, who is a never-ending scholar, artist, poet, and translator of languages...

A song. Please listen.

A poem:

For the first time

you'll be aware of gravity

like a thorn in your heel, 

and your shoulder blades will ache for want of wings. 

Call yourself alive? I promise you 

you'll be deafened by the sound of dust falling on furniture.

~ "Temptation", Nina Cassian (translated by Brenda Walker and Andrea Deletant)

And an interview with Jorge Luis Borges. To take a brief quote from the page:

“The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory… The work of a poet never ends...he's always working, even when he dreams.” In the same clip, Kral, standing outside Borges’ apartment in 1998, recalls visiting the writer there many years before. “Borges, who had so intensely loved books and for whom literature was alive, advised us not to read any book we didn’t enjoy,” he says. “Reading it by force did no good to the book, the author or ourselves.”


I hope you had a lovely weekend; I miss you.
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Ocean Beach, sunset