I’m not at all familiar with Borges but I gave it a go on a few things that came to me. But, as always, I stand to be corrected. He doesn’t seem to go by the maxim, “All poets are Cretans.” I don’t either but I wear the hat when it fits. Having had a repeat dream last night which was weird this was what I started with. Early in the evening, I dreamed my dead brother and his wife were having a big sale to get rid of pure rubbish. I woke, went back to sleep and then dreamed a similar dream. The basics were the same but the background and people totally different.
“But broken images of nights treasure”
Take your time, the broken images may come together again.
But it is unlikely they will be the same.
Each night puts a new face on what the broken image might be.
You are always asking questions.
You are always asking us to ask questions.
You never say this history might be personal.
You also wrote, “The door does the choosing, not the man.”
Do we get to choose which images of nights’ treasure are the broken pieces, especially if we have already fitted them back together again?
I believe that’s all been decided a long time ago.
I’m trying to keep up with the categorical and the uncategorical.
I tried to keep to what seemed a rule: one thought, one line.
Benita Kape © 30.4.2018
And for our final (optional) prompt, I’d like you to take your cue from Borges, and write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact. It could be an odd piece of history, an unusual bit of art trivia, or something just plain weird. While I cannot vouch for the actual accuracy of any of the facts presented at the links above (or any other facts you might use as inspiration!), I can tell you that there are definitely some poetic ideas here, just waiting for someone to use them.