martyr

neither fire nor ash but something akin to the gaze cleansed of even the holy seeking other than light borne aloft by the earth’s embrace

we are in darkness…

We are in darkness, ignored, ignorant, Floating upon the flow of time, Rooted in the fields of space, And everything passes yet nothing ceases Except ourselves soon When at grave’s edge We see that we lived in the great light Yet never knew it. Jean Wahl tr....

a single text

There is only a single day in which, despite the night, one remains incessantly immersed. There exists only a single sentence, which one has still not deciphered. The fire whistles softly.   Un Seul Text Il n’y a qu’un seul jour où, en dépit de la nuit, on reste...