gershon hepner

(5 3 38 / leipzig)

left-handed blows


Don’t rely on competence, for strength
come from unlearned blows that are left-handed;
until you learn to improvise at length
you short the truth and cannot understand it.

Inspired by a saying of Walter Benjamin: “These are days when no one should rely on his competence. Strength lies in improvisation. All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.”

5/21/09

Submitted: Thursday, May 21, 2009
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  • Chuck Audette (5/21/2009 12:04:00 PM)

    There is an interesting study about the prevalence of left-handedness in some cultures vs. others. Cultures with much physical combat tend to have higher percentages, because left-handedness can confer an advantage in a fight. Just thought that interesting... -chuck (Report) Reply

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