Literature Makes Nothing Happen

[i]...In the physical realm, say reality, literature has had but little effect throughout history. By a poem such as "Easter, 1916", William B. Yeats could not bring back to life the dead rioters, not even could he heal the injured. At this level, literature becomes a null, useless tool. It had never, and will never have any effect at this level. "Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry./Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still." (Auden-34-35). Auden could not be more accurate, although powerfully written as it might be; poetry is hopeless at transforming the physical realm.[ii]

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[i] Fragmento de un ensayo encontrado en un bolsillo de una campera que hacia como tres años que no usaba, el invierno trae sus recuerdos con olor a viejo.

[ii] No voy a traducir todo el fragmento, solo les dejo la mejor frase “la desvariante Irlanda te hirió a la poesía./ Ahora Irlanda tiene su locura y su clima como siempre". No lean todo el fragmento, les resalto que esa es la única línea que vale la pena.