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Not mine
Not mine

All my life to pretend this world of theirs is mine
And to know such pretending is disgraceful.
But what can I do? Suppose I suddenly screamed
And started to prophesy. No one would hear me.
Their screens and microphones are not for that.
Others like me wander the streets
And talk to themselves. Sleep on benches in parks,
Or on pavement in alleys. For there aren't enough prisons
To lock up all the poor. I smile and keep quiet.
They won't get me now.
To feast with the chosen - that I do well.
Books Discussed
Road-side Dog
by Czeslaw Milosz

Milosz here returns to poetry. He’s perhaps mostly known for his poetry even if this book is in prose. Why does he turn to poetry here? Why does this topic in particular requires poetry?
We get here a glimpse of what a major poet and thinker sees as the place where prose stops and only poetry  can speak.


"To feast with the chosen" - on first reading I thought he meant how he is masquerading himself so as to appear normal. As Descartes said, “I advance masked.” But, why does he call them the chosen? Or does this phrase mean something else? Are the chosen those who are “The one” as in The Matrix and the madmen here? (This reminds me of Ariella’s recent post).
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