On Certainty: three fragments285.I wrote down secrets no one hasbecause I wanted to know for certainif someone is looking for something andI doubteddid not askreadbelieves that what he is looking for is there532.like an old manwho is always mislayingsomething: nowhis spectacles,now his keys394.I don’t remember how I felt I feltlost. This is one of the things I cannot doubt.As if feeling could be replacedsaying this must —I wanted to listen.There are letters but they don’t say muchremain legible nevertheless read silentlyall new forgotten as ifthere was a beginning when all there will behandwriting and stillness and blame andcannot see clearly what has been lost.What do I do with this thought?
Making
use of Denis Paul and G.E.M. Anscombe’s translation of Wittgenstein’s book of
the same title.
R. Kolewe
lives in Toronto. He has published two books of poetry, Afterletters (BookThug
2014) and Inspecting Nostalgia (Talon Books 2017) as well as
two chapbooks, Silence, then (Knife |
Fork | Book 2019) and Like the noises alive people wear (above/ground press 2019).