NOSTALGIA

"Our fate spends itself in this succession of hope and nostalgia." --Natalia Ginzburg

 

 

The human condition arises from

a confluence of experience

and consciousness.

 

 

 

 

from

From your consciousness

of past experience flows

a feeling of dense nostalgia

for an invulnerable reality

where you know & discount all pain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

consciousness

From your consciousness

of present experience flows

a feeling of the unknown hazard,

as yet incalculable,

devoid of density.

 

 

 

 

 

 

immersing

You are constantly immersing

your conscious self in present action,

lusting for experience

that will become nostalgic,

pleasing in your sight.

 

 

 

 

 

outcome

But because the outcome

of present experience is uncertain,

its first effect is not nostalgia.

It is hazard and excitement,

the incalculable power of hurt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

pain

From pain of doing, then, with time,

a kind of quittance comes.

 

 

 

 

 

 


Natalia Ginzburg quote from "Winter in the Abruzzi." Translated from the Italian by Lynne Sharon Schwartz. New York Review of Books. 23 May 2002, p. 55. Copyright 2002 by Seven Stories Press.

 

The poem without hypertext

22 May 2002 Copyright © 2002 Richard P. Richter


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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NOSTALGIA

"Our fate spends itself in this succession of hope and nostalgia." --Natalia Ginzburg

 

The human condition arises from

a confluence of experience

and consciousness.

 

From your consciousness

of past experience flows

a feeling of dense nostalgia

for an invulnerable reality

where you know & discount all pain.

 

From your consciousness

of present experience flows

a feeling of the unknown hazard,

as yet incalculable,

devoid of density.

 

You are constantly immersing

your conscious self in present action,

lusting for experience

that will become nostalgic,

pleasing in your sight.

 

But because the outcome

of present experience is uncertain,

its first effect is not nostalgia.

It is hazard and excitement,

the incalculable power of hurt.

 

From pain of doing, then, with time,

a kind of quittance comes.