The inherent self-contradiction for a poet, Czeslaw Milosz says in his Nobel address, is that one must gain a bird’s eye view in order to write about the violence and atrocities of one’s own age, and yet at the same time that very act of detachment feels like a betrayal of one’s solidarity with those who suffer such atrocities.
Strangely enough (and yet in another way maybe not so strangely) that was one of the thoughts that occurred to me as I left Chase last night.
God forbid I should suggest some kind of false equivalency between watching a sporting event at Chase and what Milosz is talking about.