4 thoughts on “starvation”

1. you stitch together
   an interesting blanket..
   a bit off colour maybe but nevertheless
   marvellous

2. I really enjoyed the feeling that time/life is like a blanket and within you decay….great work

3. Time itself is a figment that the gods have sarcastically — out of cruelty and out of love — placed on the gates of life. To have to a perception of time is to have a perception of death and its timelessness. Herein the gods’ act of love.

   The fainting is a beautiful decay; over such beauty no word can hold sway but can only be immortalized in a way of life, in a “unity of artistic style.” But in a world which inward borders are utterly ripped apart, which faces roam the earth without ever reaching a still point, all talk of unity, of a line and a goal, are lost along the shores of outer/inner dichotomy. That is, forms which inwards have no bearing on what goes outside.

   What can a poet do but bemoan his destiny, revive the shadowy myths which breaths unite in the bosom of life, which eyes do not differentiate form from content, and which glory expresses itself in the unity of life.

4. Thanks for the nice afterthought Pierre