To the gentlemen -to the tourist- to the revolutionary
I would like to make them just one question:
Have you ever seen a fleet of flies
hover around a piece of shit
land and work in the shit?
Have you ever seen flies in the shit?
because I was born and raised with the flies
in a house surrounded by shit.
Nicanor Parra, Emergency Poems, 1972
It is easy condemn enlightenment when you have not lived with the flies.
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