Tuesday, December 01, 2009

By doom severe, had not
   Gasenemy hate
And seek to choose a way
   in between
Or blood poured forth
Or swine flesh

There is a moment in the infinite duration of the crash-seconds, where you realize you aren't going to die. This moment, friends, is the one we are in.

"You have pretended to be seeing.
I have pretended that you saw.
So came we by such eyes--
And within mystery to have language."


Nortec Collective.

"The book that would have a chance to survive, I think, is the book that destroys itself." --Edmond Jabès, interview in: Paul Auster, The Art of Hunger (1992)

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