lunes, 9 de junio de 2008

The Adventures of Constantine Cavafy. By Duane Michals

The windows

In these darkened rooms, where I spend
oppresive days, I pace to and froto find the windows. -- When a window
opens, it will be a consolation. --But the windows cannot be found, or I cannot
find them. And maybe it is best that I do not find them.
Maybe the light will be a new tyranny.
Who knows what new things it will reveal.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1903)

Please meet me in the circle of this conceit. These little fables of my imaginary theatrics repeat the mantras of Cavafy's desires and regrets: so old today, now gone away.

Duane Michals (2008)

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