The First Flaker of Flints

There should be monuments, there should be odes,
to the nameless heroes who took it first,
to the first flaker of flints
who forgot his dinner,
the first collector of sea-shells
to remain celibate.



W.H. Auden, "Sext." Horae Canonicae (1955).

Full text: https://vladivostok.com/speaking_in_tongues/auden9eng.htm

See also: https://www.etsjets.org/files/JETS-PDFs/59/59-2/JETS_59-2_323-338_Hill.pdf

See also: https://wesleyhill.tumblr.com/post/46422706/i-believe-because-he-fulfills-none-of-my-dreams/amp

See also: https://spiritualfriendship.org/2014/08/06/how-to-narrate-complexity/



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