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)

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Poetry today shows a strong inclination towards silence

You were my death:
you I could hold
when all fell away from me.


Your face quietly shrinks away
if suddenly
there is lamplike brightness inside me,
at the point where most painfully one says, No.

THE ALREADY-WRITTEN hollows itself,
sea-green, burns in the coves,

The weightless,
so weightless
of souls.

a fond adieu, JD.

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