‘Saudades.’

One said, "But that would be a different kind of word. It’d be a different kind of translation." Another nodded.

"But ‘the blues.’"

‘Yes.’ he said. ‘The blues.’

The professor, breathing, waited.

‘Saudades. Around it is a thick knot of words, and deep within it is another word, written with the care of a slow hand, blues. This language never invented a word for it for it because it never had to. Before.’

They didn’t know whether it was true. Saudades, one said silently, testing it out. Saudades.

Nazi Paris, where

the People become an endless film. The Revolution fist, on the other hand, smashes down lazy doors and takes food. A hungry man has a fist. One for himself and another for the man beside him. A fist can feed a baby and can build a house. A fist can be safe.

Take this shovel. It is the enemy of the ground. Use it to write a play where the shovel appears at the beginning and at the end. The people are important, the shovel is important. If a door is locked, use the shovel. If a man is wrong, use the shovel.

If I should die on the floor, use the shovel to return me somewhere. Do not use a splendid sentence the splendid sentence is not a shovel. The splendid shovel is not a shovel. Do not apologize you are not sorry.

Tomorrow I will be going on the trolley. I will not be taking the train. The map I did not take said nothing about a way to Spain. Do not follow me I did not take it.