[6079] in Central_America
New quotes for Sat Nov 25
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Sat Nov 25 03:28:27 1995
Date: Sat, 25 Nov 1995 03:28:05 -0500
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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quintero (Aureliano Ternera Norno):
BORGES AND I
Things happen to him, the other one, to Borges. I stroll
about Buenos Aires and stop, almost mechanically now perhaps, to
look at the arch of an entranceway and the ironwork gate; news of
Borges reaches me in the mail and I see his name on an academic
ballot or in a biographical dictionary. I like hourglasses, maps,
eighteen-century typography, etymologies, the taste of coffee, and
Robert Louis Stevenson's prose; he shares these preferences, but
with a vanity that turns them into the attributes of an actor. It
would be an exaggeration to say that our relationship is a hostile
one; I live, I go on living, so that Borges may contrive his literature;
and that literature justifies me. I do not find it hard to admit that
he has achieved some valid pages, but these pages can not save me,
perhaps because what is good no longer belongs to anyone, not even
to him, the other one, but to the language or to tradition. In any
case, I am destined to perish, definitively, and only some instatn
of me may live on in him. Little by little, I yield him ground, the
whole terrain, though I am quite aware of his perverse habit of
magnifying and falsifying. Spinoza realized that all things strive
to persist in their own nature: the stone eternally wishes to be
stone and the tiger a tiger. I shall subsist in Borges, not in myself
(assuming I am someone), and yet I recognize myself less in his books
than in many another, or that in the intricate flourishes played on a
guitar. Years ago I tried to free myself from him, and I went from the
mythologies of the city suburbs to games with tiem and infinity, but
now those games belong to Borges, and I will have to think up something
else. Thus is my life a flight, and I lose everything, and everything
belongs to oblivion, or to him.
I don't know which of the two of us is writing this page.
-Jorge Luis Borges.
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sgw (stephen g. wadlow):
And she said "how are you Harry?"
I said "how are you Sue? through the too many miles, and the too little
smiles, I still remember you"
It was somewhere in a fairy tale,
I used to take her home in my car.
We learned about love in the back of a dodge,
The lesson hadn't gone too far.
"Taxi"
by Harry Chapin
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starflt (Derrick Kong):
"BOOTLEGGER REVERSE, MR. SULU!"
A starship can go from Warp 6 to a dead stop simply by turning around,
according to the Star Fleet Battle Manual.
from Murphy's Rules
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