it’s rather pleasing to read this all at once: 74 poems composed of couplets of questions (320 in all), most of which have no true answer. there are many repeating themes, like the moon and the seasons, especially autumn. some questions are more severe: What forced labor does Hitler do in hell?
most seem more lighthearted, whimsical: But is it true that the vests are preparing to revolt?
and thrown in are series of more philosophical questions:
Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities?
Or will it not be a clarity
between two dark triangles?
Or will life not be a ﬁsh
prepared to be a bird?
Will death consist of nonbeing
or of dangerous substances?
In the end, won’t death
be an endless kitchen?
it seems like one could endlessly pull out favorite questions.