When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.
—Wislawa Szymborska
NOTES
—WORD on the Street continues the ongoing VEXICON sequence spellbinding in syllables and exclamations, longings and foretellings, the lost wisdom of the Marker-Makers of the realm. PHOTOS appearing during the faltering weeks of 2025, as in-drift the Eugene street scene.
—Top, Wislawa Szymborska (Polish, 1923–2012), 1996 Nobel in Literature.
—Below, Pirouette, a poem by Federico García Lorca (Spanish, 1898-1936)
—WORD on the Street continues the ongoing VEXICON sequence spellbinding in syllables and exclamations, longings and foretellings, the lost wisdom of the Marker-Makers of the realm. PHOTOS appearing during the faltering weeks of 2025, as in-drift the Eugene street scene.
—Top, Wislawa Szymborska (Polish, 1923–2012), 1996 Nobel in Literature.
—Below, Pirouette, a poem by Federico García Lorca (Spanish, 1898-1936)
CODA
If the alphabet should die
then everything would die.
Whose words are
wings.
The whole of life
dependent on
four letters.
If the alphabet should die
then everything would die.
Whose words are
wings.
The whole of life
dependent on
four letters.
