Friday, February 29, 2008

exi(s)t /exile empire

(blind man)
…speaking is always this: there is a thing that is there, a thing made of words, a solid material object, which cannot be changed, and through this thing we measure ourselves against something else that is not present, something else that belongs to the immaterial, invisible world, because it can only be thought, imagined, or because it once was and is no longer, past, lost, unattainable, in the land of the dead….
…...or that is not present because it does not yet exist, something desired, feared, possible or impossible. Speaking is going towards something that is about to be, and no one yet knows what it will be….
The story I would like to tell you now is a story in which you sense the story arriving like still vague thunder, the historical story along with the individual’s story, a story that gives the sense of living through an upheaval that still has no name, has not yet taken shape……



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Whoever convinced you
that to hurt is to love,
was wrong.
Not that you weren’t loved
but sickness was involved.
You called me along
I’m your awaken mother.
It’s not you that should be punished
it’s the other.
My brother.
Stop playing with death,
angry for so long
your smile was theft.
You are not alone.
You are like no other.

9:09 AM  

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