#invocation to joyce

[disceautdiscede]

What does our cowardice matter if there is on earth a single valiant man, what does sadness matter if there was in time somebody who called himself happy, what does my lost generation matter, that vague mirror, if your books justify it.

Jorge Luis Borges, from Invocation to Joyce

[hush-syrup]

We were imagism, cubism, the conventicals and sects that the credulous universities venerate. We invented the lack of punctuation, the leaving out of capital letters, the stanzas in the form of a dove from the libraries of Alexandria.

From Invocation to Joyce by Jorge Luis Borges

[hush-syrup]

We searched…for the words of the moon, of death, of the morning, of the other usages of man.

From Invocation to Joyce by Jorge Luis Borges

[hush-syrup]

You, meanwhile, forged in the cities of exile in that exile which was your loathed and chosen instrument, the weapon of your art, you raised your arduous labyrinths, infinitesimal and infinite, admirably ignoble, more populous than history.

From Invocation to Joyce by Jorge Luis Borges

[hush-syrup]

I am those you do not know and those you continue to save.

From Invocation to Joyce by Jorge Luis Borges