You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine:…

This poem was written byReginald Shepherd, wrote the article on Adorno and Celan that I mentioned yesterday. His blog is still up, the site maintained by his partner (for whom this poem was written), although Shepherd himself died last year from cancer.

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The greatest thing
in the world
is the Alphabet
as all knowledge
is contained therein
except the wisdom
of putting it together.
—from an old German bookplate