Attempts at Auto-bio-graphy, or, self-life-writing, or, the inevitably ineffable
longitude
lassitude
aberrations of pain
with twisting serpents
origin: absence
defined by failure and loss
the inevitably ineffable
so say it
I do not love myself
nor find a self to love
and it’s nobody’s fault
but mine
(who?)
a descent of crows
inevitable,
ineffable,
undone
and scoring marks
into a void
of absence
and solitude
without a solo
no validation
no remorse
an abyss of ontology
and chaos of course
vocation
fashioning masks
of contexts
and stories
aberrations
of hypotheses
blind, deaf
and dumb
insurmountable
point
Borges’ Aleph
all,
if
uncertain
promise
trial and error
errantly
possible
within, without
and unlikely
unless
I do not love myself
and find no self to love
and it’s nobody’s fault
but mine
(whose?)
unless
undone
inevitably
ineffable
I say

Nicely and impressively written piece… but something so touching…
“I do not love myself
and find no self to love
and it’s nobody’s fault
but mine”
A kind of depression expression…
We are with our goods and bads…
Our successful things give us the power of life
and our faults show us the way of right one
without them we can’t build ourselves…
Thank you dear N Filbert, with my love, nia
I wish I could hug you right now.
Thank you!