A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

To Hell With Thoreau!*

A mercurochrome agony down the west.

'It is this silence that frightens me - the silence-'
The Consul read this sentence over and over again, the same sentence, the same letter, all of the letters vain as those arriving on shipboard in port for one lost at sea, because he found some difficuly in focusing, the words kept blurring and dissembling, hisown name starting out at him : but the mescal had brought him in touch with his situation again to the extent that he did not now need to comprehend any meaning in the words beyond their abject confirmation of his own lostness, his own fruitless selfish ruin, now perhaps finally self-imposed, his brain, before this cruelly disregarded evidence of what heartbreak he had caused her, at an agonized standstill.
'It is this silence that frightens me'
UTV 346

*Malcolm Lowry turned 100 yesterday.


Baron Cosimo said...

A mescal in his health is in order then, no?

Demetris said...

Long overdue and gravly indebted.

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