Emil Cioran to Edmond Jabès:
“This curiosity may seem naïve. Yet one clearly senses that your reflections, your verses, or your formulations are the culmination of a process, and one tries to imagine this process without ever being able to reach it.
This impossibility does not harm the reading: on the contrary, it intensifies it. Thus one becomes grateful to the author for keeping to himself the secret of his face-to-face encounter with the ultimate presences.”
(Paris, February 14, 1983; trans. from French) via @yoonkim.bsky.social
again, enter the lists · in the never never
what paper drives us to · poor in spirit
the fog muffles · morning & noon
half blind · they caught me
said my cane · was a weapon
dropped me off · in the freezing cold
after escaping · one genocide
i died here · alone & afraid


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