I thought of a poem

I thought of a poem (photo by Johannes Beilharz)Will have to write it down.

– Niebla (2015)

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The tip of the anthill

(thinking of Srebrenica and two late 20th century monsters – Karadžić and Mladić)

The
worst
are always
at the tip
but the tip is

nothing
without the masses below
the faithful and fanatic executioners
reaching down into the ugly subterranean subconscious

nothing
without the international bystanders

– Niebla

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You exist

You exist

Your place is
where eyes look at you.
Where eyes meet
you come into being.

Held by a call,
always the same voice,
everyone appears to be calling
in one voice.

You could fall,
but you won’t.
Eyes catch you.

You exist
because eyes want you,
look at you and say
that you exist.

Hilde Domin (1909-2006)

Translated from the German by Johannes Beilharz (© 2015)

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You may not like some of the moves

God is the greatest chess master of them all. He plays for all parties. The chessboard is the universe, the figures are zillions and every move is precisely precalculated using all the variables.

– Niebla (© 2015)

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Kantian marvels

The world is full of Kantian marvels: people who are convinced their limited horizon marks the end of things.

– Niebla (© 2015)

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Life …

Life is a minefield of duties.

– Niebla

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Alba

Alba is so beautiful, sounds so beautiful and says it all.

– Niebla

Note
Alba in this case is not a beautiful woman (like Jessica Alba), but came about as a result of having to translate the Spanish word alba in a poem by Octavio Paz. As in alba del hombre. OK, dawn of man is not so bad, but the original clearly beats it.

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