Repetition #1

14 Monday Jun 2021

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The place is dark

I wouldn’t be there

Everything that happens in this place is also vague

The walls have absorbed enough follies

That behind them alone escape stories that get lost

You are not at all where you thought you were

On screen, they draw the elements of the future one by one

The pace of exposure and aggregation

The map is drawn

The choice of a place made it methodical

More moral, laborious, repetitive therefore ruthless

The bridge no longer exists

The other side of the landscape where you wanted to go

Has changed

We will stay until it is light

The City will be covered by traffic noise

The path will act as a buffer

We’ll go home, we’ll close the curtains

Blue

11 Friday Jun 2021

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For many years I have been searching the far edge of what can be seen

Horizons, anything far away

That distance is the colour of my emotions and desire

The far away where you are not

And where you can never fly to

You never arrive in for the blue world

Some things we have only as long as they remain lost

Some things are not lost only so long as they are distant.

Absolute disaster

03 Thursday Jun 2021

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Everyone wants you to join their cadre of odd fellows or team building activities. Everything around is constantly changing and wants you to engage in the show.

But passivity, individual shame, vulnerability ,solitary contemplation explore the condition of humanity more than the pride of mankind, belonging, balance of power within the group, the hateful, belligerent, modding, exited functioning that give you comfort.

War and peace

02 Wednesday Jun 2021

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“I don’t like watching the show of human lowness, it repulses me sitting like a judge or a spectator, watching men go down the last steps of abjection: I always fear that they turn back and smile at me.”

“I already see my body carried away by people who blaspheme who are angry with me”.

“I invite you to travel in that country that looks so much like you. The languid suns of its clouded skies they have enchantment for my spirit of your eyes when they shine dim.”

Come as maple leaves

31 Monday May 2021

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Come, said my Soul
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)
Ever with pleas’d smiles I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning — as, first, I here and now,
Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,
Walt Whitman

Sandalwood

23 Sunday May 2021

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You were asleep. I wake you.
The vast morning brings the illusion of a beginning.
You had forgotten Virgil. Here are the hexameters.
I bring you many things—
the four Greek elements: earth, water, fire, air;
a single name of a woman;
the friendship of the moon;
the bright colors of the atlas;
forgetting, which purifies;
memory, which chooses and rediscovers;
the habits which help us feel we are immortal;
the sphere and the hands that measure elusive time;
the fragrance of sandalwood;
the doubts that we call, not without some vanity, metaphysics;
the curve of the walking stick the hand anticipates;
the taste of grapes and of honey

Jorge Luis Borges

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A breach in

20 Thursday May 2021

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Open air highways planning for the future, the deeply paved path with real sidewalks maintain the illusion. Immovable guardians of order, last ramparts, legends and false memories relieve a little of the past. Search for a breach disappeared from the cameras, lost in specialized areas. Slipping through an impenetrable forest.