tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post2742030580284555607..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Beyond the Numbers: Wislawa Szymborska: A Word on Statistics / Bálint Pörneczi: At the Hungarian border, RöszkeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-50853279188550664762015-09-26T07:14:25.096-07:002015-09-26T07:14:25.096-07:00Many, many thanks to all.
Bandasea, your suggesti...Many, many thanks to all.<br /><br />Bandasea, your suggestion is quite apt.<br /><br />Attila József's brief, difficult life was indeed largely spent in this same landscape, a patch of the earth with a long history of sorrows.<br /><br />The rest of that poem from which you've quoted, as well as two others, may now be found <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2015/09/attila-jozsef-lullaby-helen-percival.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-71574741400497790212015-09-25T08:24:29.953-07:002015-09-25T08:24:29.953-07:00"All is damp, and heavy.
Mildew draws a map
O..."All is damp, and heavy.<br />Mildew draws a map<br />Of misery's regions.<br />And there, on the dry meadows,<br />Rags and paper litter<br />The ragged, papery grass.<br />How they would whirl and fly!<br />They stir, but inertia holds them.<br /><br />Night, your sluggish breeze<br />Is a flapping of soiled sheets.<br />Like frayed muslin to cord<br />You cling to the old sky,<br />As wretchedness clings to life.<br />Night of the poor, be my coal,<br />Smoulder here on my heart,<br />Melt the iron in me, to make<br />An anvil that never will split,<br />A hammer that clangs and glints,<br />A smooth blade for victory, night!<br /><br />Grave this night is, and heavy.<br />I too shall sleep now, my brothers.<br />May our souls not be smothered by want.<br />Nor our bodies be bitten by vermin."<br /><br />--Attila Jozef, Hungarian poet (from poem, "Night on the Outskirts" -- 1932<br />-- translated by Michael Hamburger)<br /><br />earths mix and humanity is left on the rim colliding--<br />Bandaseahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06513800875456820440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-30923290266959492162015-09-24T14:36:01.461-07:002015-09-24T14:36:01.461-07:00thoughtful words ...intriguing are the numbers she...thoughtful words ...intriguing are the numbers she declaresSandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15053707892868584990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-75720700913051360222015-09-24T05:38:52.717-07:002015-09-24T05:38:52.717-07:00These photographs are so rich and full of depth, a...These photographs are so rich and full of depth, and Szymborska's math adds up, as always. Thanks, Tom.tpwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05909239000589253931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-625779922636418192015-09-24T02:14:25.711-07:002015-09-24T02:14:25.711-07:00This is a beautiful and moving post, Tom. These da...This is a beautiful and moving post, Tom. These days Szymborska's sanity and clarity feel more and more of an essential resource, and Porneczi (completely new to me) matches her. Unflinching compassion, without a shred of sentimentality, in both. Barry Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02121653352771218338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-24368026138757880542015-09-23T22:32:39.337-07:002015-09-23T22:32:39.337-07:00Tom, I know this isn't related to your post-so...Tom, I know this isn't related to your post-so please forgive me- but I wanted to send it to you. http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:http://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/bringing-guantanamo-to-park-avenue billoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10716970909272480118noreply@blogger.com