Txiki
7 augustus 2011, 14:49
Laatst las ik onderstaand gedicht. En ik vind het wel passen bij Politics:
Watchman, walking the wall -
of an empty hall.
What is the chase after?
a grave matter.
A journey to hell?
Of course, bu your mind as well?
What was before our time?
Dunno. I wasn't alive,
amn't yet.
Evil our fate?
too lazy
to say.
Virtue, not a gleaning,
nor pain, nor even meaning,
nor truth in what I posit -
nor in the opposite.
Brendan Behan, Comhar, maart 1952
Watchman, walking the wall -
of an empty hall.
What is the chase after?
a grave matter.
A journey to hell?
Of course, bu your mind as well?
What was before our time?
Dunno. I wasn't alive,
amn't yet.
Evil our fate?
too lazy
to say.
Virtue, not a gleaning,
nor pain, nor even meaning,
nor truth in what I posit -
nor in the opposite.
Brendan Behan, Comhar, maart 1952