Friday, October 14, 2011

A longing for the palms of the hands...

"My day demanded to see my passport and take my finger prints.

But I had a hidden identity. My day searched me. It did not discover my tenderness.

Will the young people of the future cultivate the earth?

We are not united in a longing for dead planets. We are united in a longing for the palms of the hands."

'The Song of the Red Ruby', Agnar Mykle, 1963, translated from the Norwegian


26/1/1984, Thursday

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