Jozef Imrich, name worthy of Kafka, has his finger on the pulse of any irony of interest and shares his findings to keep you in-the-know with the savviest trend setters and infomaniacs.
''I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.''
-Kurt Vonnegut
“The Slow Race” is what we might call a light poem. It is not particularly philosophical, even if the river is life, and the walking is living. Yet, there is something right in Young’s description of the river, even if we have never seen it. The weir is a comb. The water is silver hair. The river is weighted down with “sky and earth.” A “flawed” turn does push the river back. Something true and irreducible about the inner qualities of the observable world has been stated.