Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

April 02, 2005

Notebook Esoterica

I've touched down only to retreat -- inwards, while outwarding the insides, reverse Jacob ladder and forward thrusting along the monkey-barrel chain of inevitable me. This is in fact what current boss-man told me when we were first acquainted -- that some of us can't help it and, moreover, must not.

The twinkling ignition of poetic faith is in my mouth once again; as long as I keep breathing it ought to stay alive. In the light of the sun, though -- then how the layers of burn and bright are stripped back to reveal the dull crumb of utility, of "All change and sameness, reduced to words" (dit Jamie Reid).

Posted by Delire at April 2, 2005 02:57 PM