A SLOW REMEMBERING of A LONG FORGETTING2020—ongoing
...and when a voice in your dream asks, “I am a pearl, I come from a clam. Where are you from?”
You remember being a baby many years ago and say: “I am born from the abyss.”
TOWARDS EVENINGS: Six Chapters2012—ongoing
Nothing is more mysterious than the ensemble of procedures, always identical and never predictable, by which night succeeds day. The first portent of these procedures is always a matter for doubt and anxiety. No one can tell what forms will be adopted, on this one particular occasion, by the night’s insurrection.
… I felt that if I could find the right words to describe these ever-changing phenomena, if I could communicate to others the character of an event which was never twice the same, then I should have penetrated or so I felt to the inmost secrets of my profession, … and then I should have gained a vision of the indecipherable forces, the vapours and fulgurations whose obscure conflicts I have only glimpsed vaguely, within the depths of myself.
- Claude Lévi-Strauss, Tristes Tropiques
… if hurt, they breathe
Venom into their bite, cleave to the veins
And let the sting lie buried, and leave their lives
Behind them in the wound
- Virgil, The Georgics
I want to share this emptiness with you,
not to fill a silence with false notes or put tracks through the void.
I want to share this wilderness of failure.
The others have built you a highway - fast names in both directions.
I offer a journey without direction, certainty and sweet conclusion.
When the light faded, I went to search for myself.
There are many paths, and many destinations.
- Derek Jarman, Garden