those longlong days formed of a newly known absence,
whether a trembling eternity or confident, placid moment
turn on the faucet, fill my abscess heart, rawpink, tense
in nearlynotime. your red sweater sits empty and cold.
my apologies wreak and reek
psychohavoc and locker room sock puss:
idon'treallyknowyouyoudon'tseemtowanttoknowmebutmaybeitsjustagamed
idn'tsomeonesay"playthtegameKNOWYOURAUDIENCE"butmaybethegam
eisbeyourselfbeyourselfandmultiplyflourishpursuehonorobeynotcareeverjust
staystoicstoicstoicmaybbeittakesamaybeittakesafewmonthsihearmanylegend
arypassionateromancestolastforevertogetstatuesin-
maybeyouhavereadthatstorymaybeyouhaventjustignoredmeiamastormchaser
maybeittakesa-
maybethegameisbeyourselfbeyourselfandmultiplyflourishpursuehonornot
maybeshehatesmaybeshe'strappedbehindadesksittingtherelikeaprefracture
wishbonebutnotawishboneyouonlyseemlikeawishbonetomereallytoyouyouare
anuncomfortablepolitegirlwhoreallyjustwantstodoherjobandmakesomemoney
somaybeshecanactplayapartwalkuponthestageandattemptomoveatheatreofmay
beunmovablepossiblypatronizingpatrons maybe
ittakesafewmonthsihearmanylegendarypassionateromancestolastforever
togetstatuesintheirhometownstartfromdisdainorworseambivalenceorworseyet
midnightlakeignoranceawellspringofabsolutenothingnesstotaldisinteresttothe
pointofnonconsciousnesswellmaybesubconsciousrightmaybesubconscious.
i, i, i
- steven
- "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
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