Last week I visited an exhibition titled ’60 years of press-photography from Israel – Paul Goldman and David Rubinger’.
The photos overall where quite mediocre – albeit I found some hidden jewels anyway.
Nothing there worth a blog-post if my companion wouldn’t have pointed out the German caption beneath one of the exhibits.
Apparently spontaniously corrected by a fellow visitor, the text reads: …more
By strangers’ coasts and waters, many days at sea,
I came here for the rites of your unworlding,
Bringing for you, the dead, these last gifts of the living
And my words — vain sounds for the man of dust.
Alas, my brother,
You have been taken from me. You have been taken from me
And by cold hands turned to shadow, and my pain.
Here are the foods of the old ceremony appointed
Long ago for the starvelings under the earth.
Take them. Your brother’s tears have made them wet. And take
Into eternity my hail and my farewell.