Page 9 - GALIET KAFKABEL JOB, KANT AND MILTON: Omnipotence, Impotence and Rebellion IV+

Galiet & Galiet
In waiting. Unavailable. But there For sure. Sure and unbending. Rose-fingered dawn's and navy midnight's flower.
Seed packets to begin with, pink and azure, Sifting lightness and small jittery promise: Lupin spires, erotics of the future, Lip-brush of the blue and earth's deep purchase.
O pastel turrets, pods and tapering stalks That stood their ground for all our summer wending And even when they blanched would never balk. And none of this surpassed our understanding.
Heaney (Lupins)
In their serious corner, the players Move the gradual pieces. The board Detains them until dawn in its hard Compass: the hatred of two colours.
In the game, the forms give off a severe Magic: Homeric castle, gay
Knight, warlike queen, king solitary, Oblique bishop, and pawns at war.
Finally, when the players have gone in,
And when time has eventually consumed them, Surely the rites then will not be done.
In the east, this war has taken fire. Today, the whole earth is its provenance. Like that other, this game is forever.
Borges (Chess)
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