Apr 2020
Szymborska and her cigarettes
Szymborska in the middle of the crowd spitting out her drink
Szymborska leaning her head against her right arm
In the digital world, I need not go out and buy a book to see her face inside its flap
I can simply call upon Siri,
she, too "no non-being can hold"
Szymborska in the middle of the crowd spitting out her drink
Szymborska leaning her head against her right arm
In the digital world, I need not go out and buy a book to see her face inside its flap
I can simply call upon Siri,
she, too "no non-being can hold"
I refer to the last stanza in Wislawa Szymborska's poem, The Three Oddest Words. I wanted to be playful with it.
