Читать книгу Karnaval en lent - T.T. Cloete - Страница 7

the I

na A. Heschel en ’n enkele vers van Jacob Revius

the I is a miracle

a pseudonym for what we do not know

man is an obscure text to himself

scratch his skin and you come upon bereavement,

affliction, uncertainty, fear, and pain

a worm crawling on a pebble, the earth;

a speck of life floating aimlessly

through the immeasurable vastness of the universe

with his tiny candles in the mist . . . met

de beroockte slons van menschelijcke reden

his being a problem to himself