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In Search of Futures Past August 24, 2011

Posted by The Typist in Toulouse Street.
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Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo was born this date in 1899 and in the 20th Century he and a handful of other whimsically wise souls–Albert Einstein, Albert Hoffman, Allen Ginsburg, your own list may vary–opened all the doors and windows and let into our fathers’ mechanical and decrepit world the universe in all its vast and particular beauty.

…When it was proclaimed that the Library contained all books, the first impression was one of extravagant happiness. All men felt themselves to be the masters of an intact and secret treasure. There was no personal or world problem whose eloquent solution did not exist in some hexagon. The universe was justified, the universe suddenly usurped the unlimited dimensions of hope. At that time a great deal was said about the Vindications: books of apology and prophecy which vindicated for all time the acts of every man in the universe and retained prodigious arcana for his future. Thousands of the greedy abandoned their sweet native hexagons and rushed up the stairways, urged on by the vain intention of finding their Vindication. These pilgrims disputed in the narrow corridors, proferred dark curses, strangled each other on the divine stairways, flung the deceptive books into the air shafts, met their death cast down in a similar fashion by the inhabitants of remote regions. Others went mad … The Vindications exist (I have seen two which refer to persons of the future, to persons who are perhaps not imaginary) but the searchers did not remember that the possibility of a man’s finding his Vindication, or some treacherous variation thereof, can be computed as zero…

The methodical task of writing distracts me from the present state of men. The certitude that everything has been written negates us or turns us into phantoms. I know of districts in which the young men prostrate themselves before books and kiss their pages in a barbarous manner, but they do not know how to decipher a single letter. Epidemics, heretical conflicts, peregrinations which inevitably degenerate into banditry, have decimated the population. I believe I have mentioned suicides, more and more frequent with the years. Perhaps my old age and fearfulness deceive me, but I suspect that the human species — the unique species — is about to be extinguished, but the Library will endure: illuminated, solitary, infinite, perfectly motionless, equipped with precious volumes, useless, incorruptible, secret.

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1. Paul Benton - August 25, 2011

so did Chris Ware do the art? i did some investigation and couldnt find out just who did it. looks like his stuff though. (and Borges isnt bad either.)

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2. Paul Benton - August 25, 2011

Allen Ginsberg.

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Mark Folse - August 25, 2011

Definitely. At least he’s on my list.

Words from The Druid

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