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:
Next we join Zarathustra, roaming the footpaths somewhere out in the überengadin:
And finally, the last three stanzas from Auden’s As I Walked Out One Evening:
Desperado Philosophy 