letter to a girl who was something
Discourse
About knowing a subject well
Let’s look at the example of ourselves
What subject could we possibly know better
Than the self
Since we are that self
And yet who knows themselves well enough
To say “I know myself”
Anybody who says that is a liar
Or a fool
A satisfying alternative to trusting one’s own opinion
Is to have no opinion
I prefer to trust my intuition
It is best to have no motivation
To allow the Youniversal mind to guide one always
You write “There is not much clarity in communicating
with the confused.”
On the contrary, this is the only clarity
I cannot imagine you as a person in a wheelchair
Unless it were your wolves
Who hauled you through the snow
I would like to appeal to others,
But how one has to stoop in order to do so!
I could not stomach the debasement
For this reason I have no money
And no prospects for the future
But, I do sleep well,
And, I am able to confront myself in the mirror
Every morning without having to gnash my teeth
Merciless love is not a concept
It really is nothing other than itself
It is an onotological experience of being
Incomparable with other states
Certainly not to be dissected linguistically
One should never have to strive for anything
Merely being the thing is always best
Striving is for losers
Which coloured poem are you playing?
I kiss you good night
It is a very slow, very long kiss
We are both dreaming of…
“I saw that you were something,
but what it was I wasn’t sure…”
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