Bibliotheque nationale

Up high there are marble heads, Dante, laureled, staring, hollow-cheeked, Shakespeare the glossy relief on a marble platter time comes to a halt many acquaintances, up so high the devil alone could read their names. Maybe someone dusts them once in a while maybe someone occasionally strokes them. How sad to feel the bibliographical weight of them hundreds and hundreds of pounds, tens of cubic yards You must build your muscles up. Just now hundreds of heads are bent below the vault perusing strange scripts getting a message from marble heads: be like us a skull echoing everywhere. Translated from the Finnish by Jascha Kessler and Kirsti Simonsuuri

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