"Verses Written in a Copy of Beowulf
Sometimes I ask myself the reasons why
I'm driven, with no hope of satisfaction
as my night pushes onward now, to try
and learn the language of the roughneck Saxon.
Used up by years, my memory begins
to lose its grip upon the uselessly
repeated word, the way my own life spins
and soon unspins its weary history.
The soul (or so I tell myself) must have
some secret, some sufficent wherewithall
to know it does not end, that its vast, grave
circle can take all in and take on all.
Beyond this yearning and beyond this verse
it waits endless for me: the universe."
--JL Borges (tr AZ Foreman) via
"So much of the work of oppression is about policing the imagination."
- Saidiya Hartman via @jacobwren.bsky.social
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