Death came by. Said hi.Not ready said I.
[on seeing the documentary, Brother’s Keeper]
In the age before St. Patrick, Echu Ollathir to us bespeaks through sadness of his love: “The death spirit of the boar enters the body. It is the messenger of light. The animal is within us. The animal is the land. The land is the life within…
Morning let me die with youfor your breath is more promisingthan deathI have seen the last breathof night by morning lightand sucked life from it
I daydream oft of redemptive bloodsplayed aboutthe roomabout meand my twistedheart eases.I imagine my fallinto the pathof the spedsubway yet staymy footinglest my desireshould unbalancemy will.
Don’t know! Don’t think! Don’t wrong! Don’t drink!Don’t fear! Don’t quake! Don’t doubt! Don’t ache!Don’t break! Don’t forsake! Don’t! Won’t!Don’t green! Don’t blue! Don’t mean! Don’t sue!Don’t you!Don’t nudge! Don’t budge! Don’t judge! Don’t grudge!Don’t live! Don’t die! Don’t laugh! Don’t lie! Don’t cry…
“The most sublime is the moment of death.” 가장 숭고한 순간은 죽음