from time to time

09 November 2002 - 22:41

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if you do not attach values to things, they simply become movements, like two hands closing for example. we need to learn not to tear up like this: it's only movement; movement is beautiful; one flows right into the next, and you can't tell them apart. it's all one thing.

he thinks we're having an earthquake.

i need to still the stillness in me.

"But from time to time. From time to time. What tenderness in these little words, what savagery." Beckett


the honour of my ruins

10 November 2002 - 9:44

"They love each other, marry, in order to love each other better, more conveniently, he goes to the wars, he dies at the wars, she weeps, with emotion, at having loved him, at having lost him, yep, marries again, in order to love again, more conveniently again, they love each other, you love as many times as necessary, as necessary in order to be happy, he comes back, the other comes back, from the wars, he didn't die at the wars after all, she goes to the station to meet him, he dies in the train, of emotion, at the thought of seeing her again, having her again, she weeps, weeps again, with emotion again, at having lost him again, yep, goes back to the house, he's dead, the other is dead, the mother-in-law takes him down, he hanged himself, with emotion, at the thought of losing her, she weeps, weeps louder, at having loved him, at having lost him, there's a story for you, that was to teach me the nature of emotion, that's called emotion, what emotion can do, given favourable conditions, what love can do, well well, so that's emotion, that's love, and trains, the nature of trains, and the meaning of your back to the engine, and guards, stations, platforms, wars, love, heart-rending cries..." samuel beckett, *the unnamable*

everything is so quiet around here now that i read for noise. the sky keeps getting grayer, and the leaves brighter, and i know all the things i have to do...

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