Saturday, 21 July 2012
Friday, 20 July 2012
Quatrain
"Je reste seul à me consumer dans le noir
quand le soleil dérobe au monde sa lumière.
D'autres, c'est par plaisir qu'ils s'étendent à terre,
moi, c'est dans mon malheur pour gémir et pleurer."
Michel-Ange (1475-1564), Poèmes (circa 1507).
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
Quantum of shadow
How will my friends remember me when I'm gone?
Shall they say that I was a good man?
Shall they spurn me and spit on my
grave?
What will people say of me when I am
gone?
Those whom I knew and those whom I
didn't?
I wish I could leave something.
A trace, something worthy of
remembrance.
Something that no one could laugh at.
I hope people will bow their hat
When they will see my hearse.
I know I won't make it to the news.
I know I will not make history,
Or get my entry in the History books.
No building shall be named after me.
I am a simple man. I don't matter.
Perhaps the fool in me will be best
remembered
Or the fits of daredevilry make a
lasting impression.
My acts of kindness. My bursts of
passion.
My blindness in affairs of love.
My smile. My eyes. My scars. My
silhouette.
What remains of the man when he is
gone?
Which of his deeds passes the test of
time?
The things he wrote? The jokes he made?
The sermons he gave his erring friends?
The shoulder he lent? The house he
built?
Is it those he loved, those he
fathered?
Or is it the hat he forgot on the coat
stand?
Surely not his footsteps on the sand.
I was given my great-grandfather's
pocket-watch.
Yet I have never met him. Does it mean
he isn't remembered?
We are deserts.
Eventually our shadows fade
And we turn to dust and sand.
Yet traces of walking can be seen.
I wonder if someone will follow my
footsteps,
Or retrace them.
I just wish I won't be forgotten.
Not before the next moon is up.
Solace or hope:
Time can't level everything
On a human scale.
Femto-reality
"Some stories are true that never happened."
Elie Wiesel, writer, Nobel laureate (b. 1928)
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Monday, 16 July 2012
Blinker
"We do not err because truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable."
Alexander Solzhenitsyn, novelist, Nobel laureate (1918-2008)
Friday, 13 July 2012
In the kingdom of the fools, the sane sounds mad indeed
"Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage."
Ray Bradbury, writer (1920-2012)
Thursday, 12 July 2012
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