.
We are children of our age,
it’s a political age.
All day long, all through the night,
all affairs -- yours, ours, theirs --
are political affairs.
Whether you like it or not,
your genes have a political past,
your skin, a political cast,
your eyes, a political slant.
Whatever you say reverberates,
whatever you don’t say speaks for itself.
So either way you’re talking politics.
Even when you take to the woods,
you’re taking political steps
on political grounds.
Apolitical poems are also political,
and above us shines a moon
no longer purely lunar.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
and though it troubles the digestion
it’s a question, as always, of politics.
To acquire a political meaning
you don’t even have to be human.
Raw material will do,
or protein feed, or crude oil,
or a conference table whose shape
was quarreled over for months:
Should we arbitrate life and death
at a round table or a square one.
Meanwhile, people perished,
animals died,
houses burned,
and the fields ran wild
just as in times immemorial
and less political.
Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012): Children of Our Age, 1993, from People on the Bridge, 1986, in Poems New and Collected (1988), translated by Stanisław Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh
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Migrants blocked in Turkey inch towards Greek border #photo by @Kilicbil: image via Agence France-Presse @AFP, 19 September 2015
Migrants at Turkey-Greece border demand passage to Europe: image via Agence France-Presse @AFP, 19 September 2015
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Migrants blocked in Turkey inch towards Greek border #photo by @Kilicbil: image via Agence France-Presse @AFP, 19 September 2015
Refugees and migrants leaving Zagreb with this map - 6.5 hrs on foot to #Slovenia: image via Piers Scholfield @inglesi, 17 September 2015
Maintaining a visible presence - at the end of a long lens - Hungary military and riot police: image via Piers Scholfield @inglesi, 19 September 2015
it’s a political age.
All day long, all through the night,
all affairs -- yours, ours, theirs --
are political affairs.
Whether you like it or not,
your genes have a political past,
your skin, a political cast,
your eyes, a political slant.
Whatever you say reverberates,
whatever you don’t say speaks for itself.
So either way you’re talking politics.
Even when you take to the woods,
you’re taking political steps
on political grounds.
Apolitical poems are also political,
and above us shines a moon
no longer purely lunar.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
and though it troubles the digestion
it’s a question, as always, of politics.
To acquire a political meaning
you don’t even have to be human.
Raw material will do,
or protein feed, or crude oil,
or a conference table whose shape
was quarreled over for months:
Should we arbitrate life and death
at a round table or a square one.
Meanwhile, people perished,
animals died,
houses burned,
and the fields ran wild
just as in times immemorial
and less political.
Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012): Children of Our Age, 1993, from People on the Bridge, 1986, in Poems New and Collected (1988), translated by Stanisław Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh
#refugees at #Gyor this dawn. #refugeecrisis is not over in #Hungary yet. [photo AFP]: image via Migration Aid Hungary @MigrationAidHu, 19 September 2015
Constant inflow of #refugees at #Tovarnik [Croatia] too [photo AFP]: image via Migration Aid Hungary @MigrationAidHu, 19 September 2015
#Croatia said it had reached saturation point after more than 14,000 migrants arrived in 48 hours: image via AFP Photo Department @AFPphoto, 19 September 2015
#Croatia said it had reached saturation point after more than 14,000 migrants arrived in 48 hours: image via AFP Photo Department @AFPphoto, 19 September 2015
Hungary activists race to help migrants by smartphone: image via Agence France-Presse @AFP, 19 September 2015
#BREAKING Croatia will continue to redirect migrants to Hungary border, says PM: image via Agence France-Presse @AFP, 19 September 2015
#Turkey: Alameddin, a 13-year-old Syrian boy plays the violin in front of a police barricade near Edirne. @Kilicbil: image via AFP Photo Department @AFPphoto, 19 September 2015
A migrant holds his sleeping child as he queues at a camp to register after crossing the Macedonian-Greek border: image via Stéphane Arnaud @stephanearnaud, 19 September 2015
Migrants blocked in Turkey inch towards Greek border #photo by @Kilicbil: image via Agence France-Presse @AFP, 19 September 2015
Migrants at Turkey-Greece border demand passage to Europe: image via Agence France-Presse @AFP, 19 September 2015
Migrants blocked in Turkey inch towards Greek border #photo by @Kilicbil: image via Agence France-Presse @AFP, 19 September 2015
Men travelling alone are left aside on the bridge of Europe #Harmica #refugeecrisis #migrants #Croatia #Slovenia: image via Clément Martel Verified account @martelclem, 19 September 2015
Not sure if/when Slovenia will let refugees in, for now they're stuck sleeping on the ground : image via matthew cassel @matthew cassel, 19 September 2015
Refugees and migrants leaving Zagreb with this map - 6.5 hrs on foot to #Slovenia: image via Piers Scholfield @inglesi, 17 September 2015
Maintaining a visible presence - at the end of a long lens - Hungary military and riot police: image via Piers Scholfield @inglesi, 19 September 2015
#Macedonia: A boy looks out from a broken window after boarding a train heading to Serbia. Photo Nikolay Doychinov: image via AFP Photo Department @AFPphoto, 19 September 2015