Late in the Evening

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As the USA gears up for another undeclared war in search of inescapable ungraspables, we offer a trio of texts for a dog day meditation. First, from Maurice Blanchot’s Space of Literature:

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Next we join Zarathustra, roaming the footpaths somewhere out in the überengadin:

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And finally, the last three stanzas from Auden’s As I Walked Out One Evening:

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