Monday, August 14, 2006

tHE nIETZSCHEAN rOUNDWORM*

Myocardial depersonalization, a cold, dispassionate heartlessness, gunmetal blue veins, ventricle congestion, an indifference to difference. Lacuna was mistaken, the unconscious is not structured like a language, but rather our interpretation, decoding and translation of the images, repressed memories and do-dads. We are perpetual-translating-machines, trying to decode and make sense of the translations that came before, those handed down from mommy-daddy, grandpa-grandma, Adam-Eve, the closed-off hermeneutical circle, the Nietzschean roundworm devouring it’s own tail, a tail which is neither skullcap or caudal, but a seamless confluence of either or.

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"Poetry is the short-circuiting of meaning between words, the impetuous regeneration of primordial myth". Bruno Schulz