I had something else in mind for today's challenge but, when I opened the Google home page, saw that today marks the 112th anniversary of Jorge Luis Borges' birthday. Being something of an Alice when presented with a rabbit hole, a series of links lead me to his short story: "The Garden of Forking Paths". I'm a sucker for anything convoluted, and I have become immensely intrigued by what I have read about the story. (I have not read the story itself yet, but will read it HERE)
"The concept Borges described in 'The Garden of Forking Paths'—in several layers of the story, but most directly in the combination book and maze of Ts'ui Pên—is that of a novel that can be read in multiple ways, a hypertext novel."
"Borges conceives of 'a labyrinth that folds back upon itself in infinite regression', asking the reader to 'become aware of all the possible choices we might make'."
I wonder, now, how can a book be like a maze and can a poem be like a maze too?
Borges is lauded as the father of magical realism, so my challenge is that we all allow ourselves to become lost in the maze of language, magic, and endless possibilities.
One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.