Blind faith

Painting by Thalia Flora-Karavia of K.P. Cavafy: https://www.wikiart.org/en/thalia-flora-karavia/portrait-of-poet-k-p-cavafy

Του μέλλοντος η μέρες στέκοντ’ εμπροστά μας σα μια σειρά κεράκια αναμένα — χρυσά, ζεστά, και ζωηρά κεράκια.

Κωνσταντίνος Καβάφης

What a catastrophe; we are made for ease, & nice times when change stays away & unjust fate just passes us by encouraging me not to succeed denying me the hindrances of trivial habits, like breathing, and small-mindedness, and indifference on a cold winter’s day i sit here typing with cold fingers what a bad day to give in, to let go and just give in, to small indifferences, fate, what a horrible day she is having working in a cold warehouse she feels like letting go and giving in, but there are children to support and rent to pay. I think of Kavafy in Alexandria, at least he was warm..

What a disaster, getting dressed in the cold this morning dream of beautiful women flocking, like wild geese, to travel endlessly unfixed by hormones, genetics or fear this unfair luck of ours always catches me unawares i place my granddaughter in my heart, tenderly, she is warm there i accept the recent deaths without despair so many things I do not want or need for your sole sake i buy ornaments in praise of the sophists, their difficult and priceless blessings, what life will we have without them?