For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives In the valley of its making where executives Would never want to tamper, flows on south From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs, Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives, A way of happening, a mouth.
What does it all mean?
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# 87 The Names, D. DeLillo, 1982.
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My name is Don DeLillo and I want to play a game with you, dear reader. Here is book that I’ve written lately, it’s about an ancient cult that kills people and worship words and letters, also the main character is researching risks in middle eastern countries by some mathematical means. Anyway if you are interested in numbers, patters and equations you should try it. I mean it seems like that’s what the book is about, right?
And the cover looks good too…
The man who used that voice has no native language. He had learned the use of an alien tool. The words floated in the air behind him as he walked.
“Every sign, linguistic or nonlinguistic, spoken or written (in the usual sense of this opposition), as a small or large unity, can be cited, put between quotation marks; thereby it can break with every given context, and engender infinitely new contexts in an absolutely nonsaturable fashion”.
He was always inclined to take life as lightly as he could, to cross bridges when he came to them, pay no heed for the future, even when everything seemed under threat.
Er neigte stets dazu, alles möglichst leicht zu nehmen, das Schlimmste erst beim Eintritt des Schlimmsten zu glauben, keine Vorsorge für die Zukunft zu treffen, selbst wenn alles drohte.
Il avait toujours tendance à prendre les choses légèrement, à ne croire au pire que quand il arrivait et à ne pas s’armer de précautions pour l’avenir, même alors que tout menaçait ;
He has spent 30 years trying to write his way out of the human condition and must finally accept that it cannot be done. He has come to the end of words.