“Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss.” LanguageLossOne ThingSecureSpite Book:Collected Prose Source: Collected Prose
“Reachable, near and not lost, there remained in the midst of the losses this one thing: language. It, the language, remained, not lost, yes, in spite of everything. But it had to pass through its own answerlessness, pass through frightful muting, pass through the thousand darknesses of deathbringing speech. It passed through and gave back no words for that which happened; yet it passed through this happening. Passed through and could come to light again, “enriched” by all this.” LightLostLanguageLossDarknessHappenedOne ThingThousandSpeechHappeningsSpiteMidst Author:Paul Celan
