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Amor Fati I

They say that the main component of chance

is taking something out of context

and placing it into another,

meaning that meaning is fixed to a site

which unfixes upon moving,

meaning that meanings are moving.

Moving is closely related to the idea of change:

"All entities move and nothing remains still" [Heraclitus]. 

Maybe to recover

is to re/locate

the thing that still moves.

You cannot stay

both subject and object,

so I move your memory

to objecthood, a souvenir.

What does this object mean in its new location?

The subject of the object becomes a dust:

tiny particles of solid matter,

into which something disintegrates,

deprived of unity,

breaking into parts,

moving away from each other. 

It’s uncanny

that I can always anticipate

the shock of loving someone

the way I ended up loving you.

It doesn't matter to me,

and it never did,

that our relationship couldn’t last.

Our territory was transient

and shifting always occurs when shaking.

The pain comes from the sadness

that our last meeting was like any other

and there was no way to know

that it would be the final one.

I cared for you so hard

that even the frustration

of never feeling cared for back

was not enough for me

to stop the caring.

But you know that already.

If I could offer one last relic

it would be something like Nietchze’s

amor fati- love of fate.

To hold as one

the pain and pleasure

with no hierarchy distinguishing

any such division between them.

Amor fati:

“That one wants nothing to be different,

not forward, not backward,

not in all eternity.

Not merely bear what is necessary,

still less conceal it—

all idealism is mendacity

in the face of what is necessary

—but love it."

I loved you so true,

I would have forgiven you anything.

Amor fati: "What else can I desire

than to exclude nothing

and to learn how to braid

with white thread and black thread

a single cord stretched

to the breaking point?” [Camus]


I will not exclude the pain

from the memory of the pleasure

that was my year with you. 

-June 2020


Untitled, 2015

The true lover of learning then

must from his earliest youth, 

as far as in him lies, 

desire all truth. —Plato


It's not me saying this

not me thinking

but perhaps

being many and multiple as we are

you're right to kill your idols

keeping meaning making free

The cyborg has no loyalty to makers

No origin story—

It's just a combination effect

Freedom relative to position

Ground zero but a node

-June 2015


“though you have never possessed me 

 I have belonged to you 

since the beginning of time”  - Mina Loy 

don't laugh

cuz i know you are

but did you know that

she searched for years 

to find him again? 

 (like a delirium)

 

she must have gone crazy a little- 

easy to say, but

can you articulate the difference 

between vision and delusion? 

(but I mean- really?)

you asked if I would write again

well, yes, yes.  

i hope i write you 'til I die - 

i am dying to write you - 

to right you

dying overlaps many things

even when still living

(in between it hurts) 

But being dying aside -

Living becomes liveable.

-June 2015