“Canst thou bind the cluster of the Pleiades or loose the bands of Orion?”
— A question asked, etched on the wall at Kettle’s Yard, Cambridge, as I found it last December [excerpt from the Book of Job]
The stars: what are they?
They are nails nailed to the sky;
they sit in little chairs;
they are strewn across the sky;
they run errands for lovers;
they are birds whose feathers are on fire;
they are fixed and we are moving;
we are fixed and they are moving.
-Vija Celmins, Eliot Weinberger, from The Stars +
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