things change, always
but never differently, because nothing ever is the same
so do not hope
nothing ever really changes
nothing never changes, not really
nothing is not really a change, ever
nothing is not really, ever
change is ever, really
reality is change, always
change never happens, really
everything is change, in time
we are never out of time
our time is always now
do not think about the future
do the future, now
think about it
(gisting, goesting, geestig, giftig)
Hij ging naar de daklozen om ze brood te leren bakken.
Het moeilijkste voor mij, zei hij, was mijn handen vol overgave in die kleverige massa te steken en te gaan kneden. Maar dat zal voor jullie geen probleem zijn, zei hij, gezien jullie de goot al gewend zijn, zei hij, in een poging een grap te maken.
Doodse stilte.
Hij ging dan maar weer weg om zich over zijn boek te buigen, dat ook maar niet wilde gaan bestaan.
ver weg van alle rumoer dat leven is
bleek ook leven te zijn, stil, knagend
prooiloerend, navelplukkend, denkend over snaarentropie
zelfverslindend in een gouden kooi, aangesloten op het riool
zo eindigend, alsnog, in eigen verongelijk
weggedreven van de straten, nagistend toch tot elkaar gekomen
(this experience is mostly not a waiting experience, as we anxiously await what life brings us and often are in fear for the moment it stops bringing us more life.)
when you dropped your first shoe
this means you lost something, coming into being
which means being is not the total sum
when being is not all there is, but there is more to it, this means we also cannot plainly speak of not-being, as we cannot properly define "not" as there is no contrasting "not-not" as an absolute.
we beg to know what it was like before the first shoe was dropped. but can we?
when you drop your other shoe
you lost two shoes.
you are completely bare-footed.
you could realise this has always been the case: you didn't have any shoes to drop.
but still, you did. there is a surplus.
but...wasn't the surplus outside of being? how come, then, that the surplus now also seems to have been this "being"?
anyway, you cannot realise any of this the way you might imagine, as you have stopped being.
*listening to Rick Deitrick's 'Gentle Wilderness' while reading his "still strumming, waiting for the other shoe to drop." comment brought this about.
Glenn Gould on art, 1962 quote:
"The justification of art is the internal combustion it ignites in the
hearts of men and not its shallow, externalized, public manifestations.
The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of
adrenaline but is, rather, the gradual, lifelong construction of a state
of wonder and serenity."
