Monday, March 15, 2021

i imagine lulu reciting a poem by alberto caeiro to me.



you speak of civilization, of how it shouldn't be.

or how it shouldn't be like this.

you say that everyone suffers, or most do,

given the way that human affairs are managed.

you say that if things were different, people would suffer less.

you say that if things were as you want, it would be better.

i hear you without listening.

why would i want to listen to you?

if i listened to you, i would learn nothing. 

what do i care about how things should be?

what should be doesn't exist.

if things were different, they would be different: that's all.

if things were as you want, they would only be as you want them.

i pity you and all those who spend their lives 

trying to invent the machine to make happiness!

                                                                                                      [c. 1917]

 


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