The Labyrinthine

November 19, 2009

In quest of a labyrinth

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A Dream

In a deserted place in Iran there is a not very tall stone tower that has neither door nor window. In the only room (with a dirt floor and shaped like a circle) there is a wooden table and a bench. In that circular cell, a man who looks like me is writing in letters I cannot understand a long poem about a man who in another circular cell is writing a poem about a man who in another circular cell . . . The process never ends and no one will be able to read what the prisoners write.

by Jorge Luis Borges
(Translated, from the Spanish, by Suzanne Jill Levine.)

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