Saturday, June 13, 2009

Walking with Celan

The falling chestnuts hit the ground with a dry sound. Detonations. It’s nature massed in the air that turns and rolls like bursts of a meteor.
— So it is possible that the earth is a limit to the infinite of language…

After a long silence punctured with noise, he continues:
— The world is of glass.
— And disappearance is within us.
From Jean Daive's Under the Dome: Walks with Paul Celan translated by Rosmarie Waldrop, via Nomadics.

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