The Paradox of alienation and estrangement.

The Paradox of space and time.

The Paradox of Eros & Death.

The Paradox of identity.

The Paradox of a lie so sincere it becomes a truth untold.

The Paradox of the malleable grid in between reality and fiction.

The Paradox of all questions unanswered, riddles unsolved, of all the lovers of all the parallel dimensions never encountered.

Verfremdungseffekt, BEWILDERMENT.

Questions answered with questions posed.

The night that becomes the day that becomes the day that becomes—the night.







Extra bodily, extra boldly, extra movements

A dream so vivid and lucid

The water by my side, pitch-black

A hint of light suffused above me

Icy pavement, the lines of marble

Resting again my body

Sharply pressing against them limbs




Feeling cold, feeling fine, feeling alive

Feeling I’m gonna die

Feeling I’m gonna die if you leave me

On the pavement

The gesture of being reborn

Just to push you as further as I can

I want to see you die

I want to see you dye

In the haze of the late morning light




From catharsis comes creation

La solution est dehors de la bourgeoise ma cherie

La vie la vie

Live la vie

Live

Destructive forces of dual nature

So close and yet so far

Like craziness

And evil, e il male

And lucid follies

seemingly dark is also seemingly light and they both make up and they both collide and unite

through wise wisdom and humility and fucking letting go

bowing to the energies

forgiving

bowing to the enemies

forgiveness

love is a drug for self-medicament

self-love

collective love

universal cure

responsibility

the courage to take action

and the action of having courage

and more and more

embrace the burden

dare to face

all tomorrow’s parties

again and again




the joy of the flesh

meat joy

sex joy

toy joy

play—with us—ou pas cheri

non?




And what shall we do

if not

L’amour toujours




It is late night

and it is early morning

and we walk in the streets

golden gipsies

sparkling

bare feet naked hands and backs

the day forgotten

time forgotten

a hint of hope

and oblivion

that all we have is enough

purely enough

true enough

strong enough

ripe is ripe and reif is ripe is ready

unfreezing our selves

from all dogmatic constructions




everythingness as a gesture

to survive the day in the day

when the Moon falls and the Sun takes its shift

shining onto the metal laminates of the city we embraced and loved like a mother

the dirt on the sidewalks, the trash, everything is illuminated

beneath your nails and sunglasses

sick sun

sick light

radiations

radiating

quite beautifully, a trace of orange lipstick

sparkling like willowleaf clementine zest

nature triumphant

raw concrete

fresh face on a cold pillow

absoluteness

rainbows overarching and stretching their slender trembling steady limbs over the city with many rooftops

And we are lost in so much

Ecstasy

The wisdom of the witches

Self-sabotage forgotten

flawless flamboyance

Plants surround us and they are our friends

Talking softly to our dysfunctional family

I love us so much

They put us to bed

Say goodbye

Say goodnight

Say

Goodbye

GOODNIGHT




MCQ - Matilde Cerruti Quara