Friday, February 4, 2011

Feature Friday: We are the Clumsy Passersby...

This month's feature is a favorite poem of mine by Chilean poet, Pablo Naruda. Though it was written years ago, it's never been more appropriate in my estimation. I think the thoughts represented in this particular passage are ones we all could stand to read whenever we find ourselves so busy with the hustle & bustle of everyday life, enjoy.

Any great literary works you'd like to see shared? Or perhaps you've got some good stuff yourself. If so, shoot me an email at & I'd be glad to post it, if it cuts the mustard, that is, lol. It's my goal to post a Feature Friday blog entry on the 1st Friday of each month. Pablo Naruda's poem, 'We are the Clumsy Passerby,' reads as follows…

We are the clumsy passersby, we push past each other with elbows, with feet, with trousers, with suitcases, we get off the train, the jet plane, the ship, we step down in our wrinkled suits and sinister hats. We are all guilty, we are all sinners, we come from dead-end hotels or industrial peace, this might be our last clean shirt, we have misplaced our tie, yet even so, on the edge of panic, pompous, sons of bitches who move in the highest circles or quiet types who don't owe anything to anybody, we are one and the same, the same in time's eyes, or in solitude's: we are the poor devils who earn a living and a death working bureautragically or in the usual ways, sitting down or packed together in subway stations, boats, mines, research centers, jails, universities, breweries, (under our clothes the same thirsty skin), (the hair, the same hair, only in different colors).

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