Some pubs in the UK have the following phrase as a warning against low ceilings : Mind Your Head. If you think carefully about this phrase, at least 2,000 years of European philosophy are contained within it.
posted by The Transparent Ironist @ 7:23 am
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At 22.3.05,
Anonymous said…
Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.
Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cines
marchito, impenetrable, como un cisne de fieltro
navegando en un agua de origen y ceniza.
El olor de las peluquerías me hace llorar a gritos.
Sólo quiero un descanso de piedras o de lana,
sólo quiero no ver establecimientos ni jardines,
ni mercaderías, ni anteojos, ni ascensores.
It happens that I am tired of being a man.
It happens that I go into the tailor's shops and the movies
all shrivelled up, impenetrable, like a felt swan
navigating on a water of origin and ash.
The smell of the barber shops makes me sob out loud.
I want nothing but the repose either of stones or of wool,
I want to see no more establishments, no more gardens,
nor merchandise, nor glasses, nor elevators.
From "Walking Around" by Pablo Neruda 1935
(From the Penguin edition of "Selected Poems: A Bilingual Edition" by Pablo Neruda, this poem translated by W.S Merwin).
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