Monday, February 02, 2004

Heart stopped

when outside

justice.

An ethic disguises,

in callous breath,

a solitary

secretive loyalty

to excessive ownership

the primordial weakness.

(rwm)


"When I knead the

lump of air, our

nourishment, it is

leavened by the letters'

shimmer from the

lunatic-open pore"

(Paul Celan, trans. by Pierre Joris)