Tesis 3.0
Men Made Out of Words
What should we be without the sexual myth,
The human revery or poem of death?
Castratos of moon-mash–Life consists
Of propositions about life. The human
Revery is a solitude in which
We compose these propositions, torn by dreams,
By the terrible incantations of defeats
And by the fear that defeats and dreams are one.
The whole race is a poet that writes down
The eccentric propositions of its fate.
[Wallace Stevens, from Transport to Summer, 1947, 355-356]
Muy, muy, muy de lejos lo mejor que he tenido que leer en los textos en mi tesis. Los dos últimos versos son un epígrafe.
