#borges

[vortexanomaly]

the word...

[celtos]

from the aleph. jorge luis borges

[lascitasdelashoras]

Jorge Luis Borges, 1983

[thirdity]

Years later, Dante was to die in Ravenna, as unjustified and alone as any other man. In a dream, God told him the secret purpose of his life and work; Dante, astonished, learned at last who he was and what he was, and he blessed the bitternesses of his life. Legend has it that when he awoke, he sensed that he had received and lost an infinite thing, something he would never be able to recover, or even to descry from afar, because the machine of the world is exceedingly complex for the simplicity of men.

Jorge Luis Borges, "Inferno, I, 32"

[selkiestorytelleracademia]

Ok so this came up in one of my uni classes: Jorge Luis Borges once trolled a bunch of ppl by claiming that an ancient Chinese text classified all animals into 14 arbitrary categories. Which one are you?

(edit) apologies but I had to combine a couple similar ones bc tumblr only allows up to 12 poll options)

Which one are you?

those belonging to the Emperor

embalmed ones

trained ones

suckling pigs

mermaids (or sirens)

fabled ones

stray dogs

those included in this classification/et cetera

those that tremble as if they were mad

innumerable ones/those that from afar look like flies

those drawn with a very fine camel hair brush

those that have just broken the vase

Voting ended onFeb 3, 2025

[piensoenversos]

“Tampoco jugaré a ser una persona feliz, porque lo soy a ratos perdidos. Pero a veces, caminando por la calle, siento una racha de felicidad, y trato de no indagar la razón; porque si lo hago, comprobaré con harta felicidad que me sobran motivos de desventura. Mejor es aceptar con humildad esos dones secretos”.

—𝙅𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙇𝙪𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙨

[vintage-tigre]

Before the dream, or the terror, it interweaves

Mythologies and cosmographies.

Before the time unweaves itself into days —

The sea, always, the always-sea, it was and was.

Who is the sea? Who is the violent

Ancient creature that chews earth’s sandy pillars,

One and many sea-mouths gnawing,

And abyss and splendor and chance and wind?

Who sees it sees it for the first time

Always. With elemental wonders drawn out, sad evenings,

Bright moon, cooled embers from last night’s bonfire on the beach.

Who is the sea? Who am I? I will not know it until

After the last succeeding wave-days and pain.

“El Mar” by Jorge Luis Borges from El otro, el mismo (1964)