odds and ends

"you need to play in the wound, trace and finger its contours, not avoid it; it is only when you can laugh at it that you may accept it, accept it and internalize it and make it over anew."

"the road of language runs through me. i follow it for a space, but it always goes on without me."

"and i think
in the garden store
about zyklon B
the evil around us everyday
the invisible blood on our hands, our clothes.
who made my clothes?
who made me?
i don't know,
i don't know anymore."

"philosophers want to figure things out, reduce, define, end. put a period down. i find myself on the side of the semi-colon, semi- (something), saying the same thing over and over, taking such pleasure in iterating the iterability of each word, each syllable, each situation, each fear.

fear of reduction.
fear of alienation.
fear of meaninglessness
becoming meaning.

meaning is a fear of non-meaning that my semicolon and i know well. each time we leave our mark we fade farther from the truth, approximating truth. the truth of truth for zeno and i, and the semicolon, is: we fear. we fear the end because, what then?"

"why can't life triumph?
just wondering...
any particular reason why?"