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)

Monday, February 21, 2005

edging around the box


we're in a room without a door
and I am sure without a doubt
they're gonna wanna know how we got in here
they're gonna wanna know how we plan to get out.
we better have a good explanation
for all the fun that we had
'cuz they are coming for us, baby
and they’re going to be mad
yeah, they’re going to be mad at us
-Shameless(ly into Angry Girls)

“The box is only temporary” – Plath (The Arrival of the Bee Box)

Jai jame pou (en) to perimeneis,

When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

- Wallace Stevens (Thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird)

Oh and speaking of jam jars, Stevens, boxes, and edges…

Anecdote of the Jar

I placed a jar in Tennessee
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.

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