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   [Date]: Thu, 2 Sep 1999 05:23:40 EDT
   [From]: Schurian@aol.com
     [To]: forum1@herz.kbx.de
[Subject]: Borges again!

Being a Colombian is sometimes a very sad poem, other times can also be a
very beatiful poem.

Looking at the book  "Miguel Rio Branco" (Aperture) / photographies I found
this piece of Borges "Labyrinth" that I would like to share with you. And
just say that when all outside doors are closed it can be a good idea to do
something with the inside, as Rio Branco did.

To Jose Roca: it could be possible to show at the Luis Angel Arango Library
in Bogota the work of artists that live in Colombia, who many times have to
quit their job because people are mainly looking of what is going on abroad.

Best regards,
Claudia Tribin

There'll never be a door. You're inside
and the keep encompasses the world
and has neither obverse nor reverse
nor circling wall nor secret center.
Hope not that the staitness of your path
that stubbornly branches off in two,
and stubbornly branches off in two,
willhave an end. Your fate is ironbound,
as is your judge. Forget the onslaught
of the bull that is a man whose
strange and plural form haunts the tangle
of unending interwoven stone.
He does not exist. In the black dusk
hope not even for the savage beast.

Jorge Luis Borges, "Labyrinth"