On what is the first day of the new decade, I quote the last poem of Zbigniew Herbert (1924-1998) translated by Alissa Valles:
FABRIC
Forest of threads thin fingers loom of fidelity
expectation's shadowy bier
so then frail memory be near
lend me your infinity
Dim light of conscience a monotonous thud
measures the island's years in scores
and carries at last to a nearby shore
bark and weft warp and shroud
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We should be inclined toward's history's dire shadows as well as clinging to the counter-intuitive counter-narrative of hope's deliverance. In the poetic words of my friend and mentor and Master Maker, Michael Heller, we should secure sustenance from what can be extracted from "EXIGENT FUTURES." Amen!
"Lend me your infinity"...in our memory go we ahead to the light, beyond time, space,
expectation, the conventional cast of accrued fates, fortunes, disasters, and faiths.
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