So as of late, I’ve decided to read several poems by Borges everyday… I have had a great collection of his poems sitting on my self for far to long and it needs justice. This is one poem that really struck me and I have been considering for the last week or two…
Year’s End
Neither the symbolic detail
of a three instead of a two,
nor that rough metaphor
that hails one term dying and another emerging
nor the fulfillment of an astronomical process
muddle and undermine
the high plateau of this night
making us wait
for the twelve irreparable strokes of the bell.
The real cause
is our murky pervasive suspicion
of the enigma of Time,
it is our awe at the miracle
that, though the chances are infinite
and though we are
drops in Heraclitus’ river,
allows something in us to endure,
never moving.
~ Lately I’ve been working in circles trying to define what I am doing as an art student (with hope to one day be a real artist) as in what I am portraying content wise and what drives me to create – something of this poem really struck me while in that chord.
Here is my most recent print edition – it is an edition of 9 done with photo litho plates. I’ve been meaning to start putting my print work up here for a while, so without further ado…
Something In Us Endures
Series of 9
Photo Lithography, 15×17, 2008