20090117

Finding My Own Art

[no vacancy sign in the wilderness
the woods are filled to the hilt
with vermin and wolves and deer and badgers
and me

i'm bitter
a breathing Beast Ice
i'm bitter
i'm bitter
i'm bitter
i'm
(alone)]



people:
look up at towers in full orange ball of fury blaze
smiling
watching their world disintegrate

ashes litter their hair
but they see a child's glitter


their breathing st-


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"Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo