So...it's been a long awaited blog. I promised I would start writing here the second I got to Uganda however you know how it can be, life sometimes, gets in the way of well...life.
I thought I would start you off with a poem by the famous Jorge Luis Borges. I came across his selected poems (after being a fan for many years) in a little bookstore while in Slovenia. Borges is one of those writers that has seemed to be able to tap right into your blood, no matter how you feel or who you are there is a poem for everyone. For every feeling, for every day and for every thing you can imagine Borges is the one guy that has put it on paper. Eloquent, flawless and meaningful. In all my wanderous wanderings across the world I am the one who has achieved nothing much...just a lot of wandering and wondering... This is his poem for me (or so I like to think).
I Am
I am he who knows himself no less vain
than the vain looker-on who in the mirror
of glass and silence follows the reflection
or body (it's the same thing) of his brother.
I am, my silent friends, the one who knows
there is no other pardon or revenge
than sheer oblivion. A god has granted
this odd solution to all human hates.
Despite my many wonderous wanderings,
I am the one who never has unraveled
the labyrinth of time, singular, plural,
grueling, strange, one's own and everyone's.
I am no one. I did not wield a sword
in battle. I am echo, emptiness, nothing.
Jorge Luis Borges
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