(this is the last thing I find I’ve had time to attempt in writing for many weeks…)
after Bataille, Of Montreal
It began. It begins.
Damage.
What opens what humans call ‘the heart.’
.
Who is the author?
Where?
.
In the loss. Lessness.
What is…always expressed / exposed by what
CAN be taken…
What is stripped back, laid bare, stolen,
raped…
.
Then you know.
Both ‘you’ and a very strange sort of ‘knowing.’
.
THAT POINT:
[the werewolf]
that place, space, moment, experience:
HATE.
LOVE.
(=)
(equals)
.
The expansion.
Additive.
Infinite.
A mad undoing.
A ‘one’ coupled by LOVE-HATE (possible ferocities)
– angry peace –
– gentle tearing –
.
Avarice. Grace. Hunger. Gifts.
.
We get born.
We most certainly die.
(even if we never learn what ‘being born’ or ‘to die’ might be / mean)
.
Damage: how we…die with/it
: how we…end in it
.
We most certainly die.
.
This we know [somehow] without experiencing it.
Or even being able…
.
Death.
Always next.
Always next.
Always next.
(Regardless – truly regard-less)
of anything IN-between
I AM ALL WAYS DYING MY DEATH
(what might ‘living one’s life’ seem?)
I happen to be singing imagined limits
(All I do not know)
.
Questions and conundrums
NOTHING.
Ends and means:
DEATH.
-easily a kind of glory…
…inevitable
…insatiable
DECAY.
.
Guilty.
BIRTH (whatever could be meant by that) = DEATH. DECAY.
(It began. It begins).
-What opens, happens, what humans call ‘the heart.’
We most certainly die.
- Hello cancer
- Hello age
- Hello war and disease
- Welcome other
- ‘Time’
- Fact, fiction
- Truth, theory
- “Hello, human!”
DEATH.
(Most certain)
(The wonder : : : : something is born)
always
all ways
in order to…
…DIE.
Irascible, inevitable, indivisible, ineradicable ends.
Cheers Death
‘you’ (nothing)
always win.
If ‘winning’ could ever look like that, this…
…end(s).
once its begun, it began, it begins…
…endings, ends, the end.
– always already there –
always already here
“between appear and disappear”
Yes endings already here. And beginnings by and by. Love this, thank you Nathan.
The white space is like the empty wind between the leaves. x