September
is a half-forgotten philosopher. Born in a half-foreign town in a year half
over. Forgettable his youth, though not for him, haunted by unfinished dreams.
Cogito Ergo is etched over the fireplace of his half-bombed home, now his
museum. Visitors ponder how half his manuscripts he threw on the embers. A logician
of opposites: “At a time when half the world is browning, half is bloom.’ His biographer
(‘You Don’t Know The Half Of It’) writes: “His friends were eardrums,
half-listening.” Survived by his wife, the half-remembered beauty April. Books
on utopia, opium, longing. An uncompleted memoir: ‘Total Recall’.
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