When humanity turns her back on you, where do you go? Perhaps Paul Celan's most anthologized Death Fugue (Todesfuge) is a home coming in itself? Conceiving the unconceivable is more than a holocaust, it's the Shoah with the death winds blowing beneath the earth.
Read PostThis contract with time commits us to epidemic certainty. The corona around us isn't listening to our Roman orators. Physical distancing and 'staying safe' is plubian poetic response without the handshake.
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