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In 'Borges and I', Jorge Luis Borges explores the complex relationship between his personal identity and his literary persona, referred to as Borges. He reflects on how the literary Borges experiences life and creates art, while the real Borges feels overshadowed and diminished by this creation. Ultimately, he acknowledges that while Borges has produced significant work, it is the language and tradition that own the true value of that literature, leaving him feeling ephemeral and lost in oblivion.

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In 'Borges and I', Jorge Luis Borges explores the complex relationship between his personal identity and his literary persona, referred to as Borges. He reflects on how the literary Borges experiences life and creates art, while the real Borges feels overshadowed and diminished by this creation. Ultimately, he acknowledges that while Borges has produced significant work, it is the language and tradition that own the true value of that literature, leaving him feeling ephemeral and lost in oblivion.

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Borges and I

Jorge Luis Borges


T he other one, the one called Borges, is the one things
happen to. I walk through the streets of Buenos Aires
and stop for a moment, perhaps mechanically now, to
look at the arch of an entrance hall and the grillwork on
the gate; I know of Borges from the mail and see his name
on a list of professors or in a biographical dictionary. I
like hourglasses, maps, eighteenth-century typography,
the taste of coffee and the prose of Stevenson; he shares
these preferences, but in a vain way that turns them into
the attributes of an actor. It would be an exaggeration to
say that ours is a hostile relationship; I live, let myself go
on living, so that Borges may contrive his literature, and
this literature justifies me. It is no effort for me to confess
that he has achieved some valid pages, but those pages
cannot save me, perhaps because what is good belongs to
no one, not even to him, but rather to the language and
to tradition. Besides, I am destined to perish, definitively,
and only some instant of myself can survive in him. Little
by little, I am giving over everything to him, though I am
quite aware of his perverse custom of falsifying and mag-
nifying things.
Spinoza knew that all things long to persist in their
being; the stone eternally wants to be a stone and the
tiger a tiger. I shall remain in Borges, not in myself (if it is
true that I am someone), but I recognize myself less in his
books than in many others or in the laborious strumming
of a guitar. Years ago I tried to free myself from him and
went from the mythologies of the suburbs to the games
with time and infinity, but those games belong to Borges
now and I shall have to imagine other things. Thus my
life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs
to oblivion, or to him.
“Borges and I” by Jorge Luis Borges, I do not know which of us has written this page.
translated by James E. Irby, in
Labyrinths, copyright © 1962, 1964
by New Directions Publishing
Corp. Used by permission of New
Directions Publishing Corp.

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