13.10.10

I FEEL LIKE SHIT.

in other news, an excellent scene from Godard/Gorin's tout va bien:



When Man Enters A Woman by Anne Sexton

When man,
enters woman,
like the surf biting the shore,
again and again,
and the woman opens her mouth with pleasure
and her teeth gleam
like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star,
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they will
never again be separate
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashes their rivers.

This man,
this woman
with their double hunger,
have tried to reach through
the curtain of God
and briefly they have,
though God
in His perversity
unties the knot.

3 comments:

  1. That's a great Anne Sexton poem.

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  2. Re: your comment on Nathaniel G. Moore blog - yeah, you do have a great haircut. But these things grow out, don't they? And then there's the 'boys will be boys' rants. Yes, they will - and yes, it is very true that most of them ought to be put down like rabid dogs, avoiding any long-winded analysis. The theoretically justification has already been carried out many times over: Angela Davis, Germaine Greer, Angela Carter, Susan Faludi, Naomi Wolfe, Kathy Acker and many other. I was living in Montreal the evening Marc Lepine went up our mountain and never came back down. I'd been standing at the front window of my place, looking at Mount Royal while smoking and shivering and I heard the cacaphony of sirens, saw the flashing lights flying up toward the Ecole. Much analysis afterwards and much hand-wringing - and reading so much pent up rage/support/the-bitches-deserved it/drove-him-to-it. In truth, he had countless allies over millenia, all of his brothers, their voices shrieking through his pea-sized consciousness, he was THEIR holy representative- Canada's most successful terrorist. And nowadays, except for the obligatory once per year, it is largely forgotten. Try mentioning it sometime: "Oh yeah..."
    But some of us can't forget. It was a gutting thing, to go suddenly from our Open City where we could do anything all, no matter how sweet and lascivious and desirable and loving, to that brutal affirmation of an ancient and crippling disease, a leprosy of the soul. I suddenly felt 20 years older...

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