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June 14, 2003
Dreams Are Made of These
Love and the imminence of love and intolerable remembering,
Dreams like buried treasure, generous luck,
And memory itself, where a glance can make men dizzy-
- Matthew XXV:30, Jorge Luis Borges
My tongue just curls with his words, absolutely beautiful. Reading his poetry takes my breath away. Jorge Luis Borges was an Argentinian who worked as a librarian at the city of Bueno Aires. He went blind in his latter years. And it justifies my ambition of wanting to become a librarian. It's discouraging these days to be laughed at when I tell people I want to be a librarian. I want to be the guardian of books, keeper of knowledge. Is it any ludicrous? Do I deserved to be mocked or be considered boring?
Oh well, while writing my paper on Calvino and McCarthy, I shall smile and live in my dream world with Jorge Luis Borges.
-secret smile-
Posted by lainey at June 14, 2003 09:05 AM