"It is not I who paint, but Another, through my hands." (Lombarte)
Lombarte's remark immediately brings to mind the last stanzas of Borge's poem, Chess game.
"The player is a prisoner as well of another's chessboard" (these are Omarfs words) of black nights and white days.
God moves the player and him, the chess piece.
Which god behind God begins the scheme of sand and time, dream and agony?" (1)
"Every human action is subjected to a discoursive Universe impossible to avoid. The unconscious
designs of this Universe determine our destiny
in an finite word game of which we are no more than docile bookkeepers." (2)
This different dimension, this Other, from which mankind is alienated, through the elusive shape of a dream yields a few poems, a hand ...
(1) Jorge Luis Borges. Poetry 1923-1976. Alianza Editorial-Emece
Editores. Madrid, 1979. Pg. 124.
(2) Jorge Luis Borges. The Immortal. Editorial Bruguera. 1980. Book Il.
Pg. 23
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