Monday, March 12, 2007

I dead, say Mistah Kurtz

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms.

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river.

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.


Blogger mondo said...

Eyes never exaggerate
what they witness
even though they think so
we’re all the children
of fragments and insights
but first you have to be
employed by inclusion
in order to play
the sight game
then you will see
that there is never a last word
that hasn’t been said before
you arrived there

για τους erasers

6:35 PM  
Anonymous C rations said...

i have arrived there
in the numbers of the tractatus

those numbers that deal with: silence

6:49 PM  
Anonymous quasi-performative said...

hello, I'm silence. consider what is true of one thing considered in isolation.

I'm sure wittgenstein wouldn't agree less with you.

any potential structure is considered a Logos. a structure across your eyes that incites or arouses a particular emotion is nevertheless a structure, the emotion is undoubtedly yours. the structure of your eyes sees the structure of an object which is then structured or categorized by your brain, this is what I mean by everything being incomplete, because of the structure, the logos, the limit. we are not talking about pigeon holes, if you know what I mean, dear v.o.l.t.

7:36 PM  
Anonymous C rations said...

i am afraid that you have mis-intrepreted a last transmission for a philosphical dialogue. i, for myself, permit not to transmit
but surely others will
signing off to meet silence
all are structures but they will now be hidden or atleast- not public....for one of theelectronic reflections of a mutiplied personality

7:53 PM  

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