Time is my Greatest Indulgence / A Deviation from Prose
I am midway through my post-Bar / pre-firm break, and these may be my best days. I feel blessed every day that I essentially get to choose my own adventure. I am not using my free time efficiently, but I am basking in the freedom to mentally wander through interesting conversations and books (a good deal of thought has been put into semiotics lately, but more on that later). Though I typically like autumn, I have regarded the “Back to School” and “Fall Arts Preview” announcements with dread because they are loud reminders that I will soon be suited up for work, without respite in sight.
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My A.P. English lit teacher once mournfully announced that there exists a class of people who read The New Yorker from cover to cover each week, ignoring the two to three poems within its covers. I am usually among this class; I almost always bypass the poems. But the announcement that Czeslaw Milosz passed away two weeks ago brought to my attention his poem, “If There is No God,” published in this week’s issue:
If there is no God,
Not everything is permitted to man.
He is still his brother’s keeper
And he is not permitted to sadden his brother,
By saying that there is no God.
(Trans. by Milosz and Robert Haas)
david bang
September 1, 2004 @ 5:38 am
Breaks are great, aren’t they? I am on break myself, and enjoying in a dreadful way every single moment that takes me closer to the end.
badxmaru
September 3, 2004 @ 4:42 pm
If there is a God,
Not everything is permitted to man.
He is still his brother’s keeper
And he is not permitted to sadden his brother,
By saying that there is no God.
I got that 3cd magnetic fields set you were tlaking about
haven’t had time to listen to it yet