from Aufhebung
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.
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.
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?
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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