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Eugène Ionesco

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all…I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world,… Continue reading Eugène Ionesco

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Tristan Tzara

The Death of Apollinaire (La Mort de Guillaume Apollinaire) We know nothing                We know nothing of grief The bitter season of cold                                                       Ploughs long furrows in our muscles He would have rather enjoyed delight in victory                We wise beneath calm sorrows caged                                                       Unable to do a thing                                              If the snow… Continue reading Tristan Tzara

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Paul Celan

A poem, being an instance of language, hence essentially dialogue, may be a letter in a bottle thrown out to the sea with the—surely not always strong—hope that it may somehow wash up somewhere, perhaps on the shoreline of the heart. In this way, too, poems are en route: they are headed towards. Toward what?… Continue reading Paul Celan

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Tristan Tzara

If the birds were among us to be mirrored In the tranquil lake above our heads                                              WE MIGHT UNDERSTAND                Death would be a long and beautiful voyage And an endless holiday for the flesh for structure for bone — Tristan Tzara, from “The Death of Apollinaire (La Mort de Guillaume Apollinaire),” (1919) The… Continue reading Tristan Tzara

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