Nicholas J.A.


from Aufhebung

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Dyadic relations.

Repetitive.

Yours is a jargon.

Yours is a logic I share.

A flood legitimized by impiety engulfs the whole complex between us.

I make whiskey sours with Black Velvet and margarita mix.

Ancient narratives.

Eucharist I take without baptism, actually an act of revenge against you.

Texts I used to roll up.

Causation: the futile equilibrium.

A double agent: Yakuza.

Floodtide transforms our surface, inner-surface until this suicide.

Preventative war.

Impartialität.

I cannot deny the fact that there are no sides here.


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Nothing as the possibility of being.*

Passive witness.

Nothing as the beginning of this beginning’s end.

Forced document.

De facto alienation.

De facto retrieval.

Nothing as my nudity.

Hours turning in bas-relief.**

Tuned to a synthesis.


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* “The darkness of an interior/ In which something might still happen…”. Donald Justice, “Elsewheres”.
** Horologion of Andronikos Kyrrhestes, Athens.


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Enumerations of sky.

Vague temperatures elicit vague estuaries.

The body of work becomes a soft-gray falling through the space between half-darknesses.

Celestial encounter.

In front of the mirror I see behind me. I see the mirror seeing me.

Innumerable reflections: angels.

Pool.

A physical accident: wetness above and below.

The underground elucidates itself in virtue of falling matter.

False dichotomy.

One land catching it like a predication, dependent on context, much like the ablative.

For whom is it falling?


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Dissonances.

Above, bulbs of red flesh on the rungs.

Falling crumbs and bird shit.

God’s flesh.*

Bison off the shelf of the escarpment.

Worlding.

Skinned and salted.

The taste of rock. The taste of rocks.**

Attention is the greatest form of prayer.

Guiding light.***

Slow-motion falling to the counterpoint.****


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* “And the mixt multitude that was among them fell a lusting; and the children of Israel also wept again, and said, Who shall give us flesh to eat?” Numbers 11:4, King James Version.
** “And when the desire to suck took hold of me again, I drew again on the right pocket of my greatcoat, certain of not taking the same stone as the last time.” Samuel Beckett, Molloy.
*** “And the Lord went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar fire, to give them light.” Exodus 13:21, King James Version.
**** “Madrigal”, Op. 35, Gabriel Fauré.




Nicholas J.A., a recent graduate in philosophy and classics, lives and writes in Detroit, MI, USA.
 
 
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