Eyespots on Moth Wings
Erectus ancestors who smiled
at faces as infants were more
likely to enjoy protections,
and so now infants smile
at faces and, for extra reasons,
adults—in anxiety too buried
to seem like anxiety—spot
faces even where none exist
(as in clouds and star clusters).
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)