Thursday, December 15, 2022



( Intuitions )

The last thing that holds you up

against the collapse of memory,

the last thing that breaks and unspools her,

is the search

for meaning; to recognize yourself,

and your avid, intimate alliance

with the species;

to apprehend and imagine what another feels; to follow the intonations

of language; to name

and conceive of abstractions: love,

injustice; and still to enjoy the beauty,

the music.


It Must Be A Misunderstanding

translated by Forrest Gander

New Directions, 2022