The Luminous Excercise*
Sometimes I tell a story because I cannot move.
But the truth is I like to go back on things that paralyze me. The other day I read some Auden verses on Twitter: And ghosts must do again / What gives them pain. And I laughed. Besides, one always wants to feel special by believing one has anything in common with English poets, which I don’t know whether is literary love or endogenous racism.