She seems like she wants destiny without all the destiny; she’s willing to believe in fate, as long as fate is something she can control.
In the beginning,
we held the universe
in our mouths and
stardust dripped bloody
from our lips.
We were celestial and
we were hungry and
we were magic.
In the beginning,
we loved like monsters,
splitting our bones wide open,
setting our broken bodies on fire,
licking poison from our wrists.
We were hollow and
we were titans and
we were terrible.
In the beginning,
we reveled in our unholiness,
in the freedom of our sins.
We never asked for forgiveness and
the world burned and
We were wild and
we were wide-eyed and
we were forgotten.
We will rebuild the kingdom out of teeth.
— Emily Palermo, Genesis
The word Dasein refers to the work of German philosopher Martin Heidegger, who argued that human existence is not a detached, speculative phenomenon but rather a grounded experience wrapped up in interactions with the environment.
Dasein literally translated means “here/there-being,” or more commonly, “being-there” or “being-in-the-world.” It emphasizes that Being is intimately connected to its context, and the idea that we cannot conceive of Being as a detached form of existence.
We are not entities simply floating around in space; we are intentional, future-facing beings whose action is mediated by the objects that surround us. Thus, we cannot think about our existence as divorced from experience.
— Thomas Wendt, Design for Dasein
The particles of bright crystals of sound permeate your body and mind from all directions. As a mass of long notes takes shape, there is a vigorous middle note, you can’t catch the melody but can perceive the richness of sounds. It links up with another mass of sounds, intermingles, unfolds, turns into a river which disappears and appears, appears and disappears.
A dark blue sun circles within an even darker moon, you hold your breath enraptured, stop breathing, reach the extremity of life. But the force of the pulsating sounds becomes stronger and stronger, lifts you up, pushes you towards a high tide, a high tide of pure spirituality.
Before your eyes, in your heart, in your body oblivious to time and space, in the continual surge of sustained noise, of reflected images in the dark sun within the dark moon, is a blast exploding exploding exploding exploding explo- explo- explo- explo- -ding -ding -ding -ding then again absolute silence. You fall into an even deeper darkness and again feel your heart pulsating, discern physical pain. The fear of death of the living body is concrete like this, the physical body you failed to abandon recovers its sensitivity…
…In the snow outside my window I see a small green frog, one eye blinking and the other wide open, unmoving, looking at me. I know this is God.
He appears just like this before me and watches to see if I will understand.
He is talking to me with his eyes by opening and closing them. When God talks to humans he doesn’t want humans to hear his voice.
And I don’t think it at all strange, it is as if it should be like this. It is as if God in fact is a frog. The intelligent round eye doesn’t so much as blink once. It is really kind that he should deign to gaze upon this wretched human being, me. His other eye opens and closes as it speaks in a language incomprehensible to humans. Whether I understand or not is not God’s concern.
There are no miracles. God is saying this, saying this to this insatiable human being, me.
Then what else is there to seek? I ask of him.
All around is silence, snow is falling soundlessly. I am surprised by this tranquility. In Heaven it is peaceful like this. And there is no joy. Joy is a side of anxiety.
Snow is falling.
I don’t know where I am at this moment, I don’t know where this realm of Heaven comes from, I look all around.
I don’t know that I don’t understand anything and still think I know everything.
Things just happen behind me and there is always a mysterious eye, so it is best for me just to pretend that I understand even if I don’t. While pretending to understand, I still don’t understand. The fact of the matter is I comprehend nothing, I understand nothing.
This is how it is.
— Gao Xingjian, Soul Mountain
Dylan is about the Individual against the whole creation
Beethoven is about one man’s fist in the lightning clouds
The Pope is about abortion & the spirits of the dead…
Television is about people sitting in their living room
looking at their things
America is about being a big Country full of Cowboys
Indians Jews Negroes & Americans
Orientals Chicanos Factories skyscrapers Niagara Falls
Steel Mills radios homeless Conservatives, don’t forget
Russia is about Czars Stalin Poetry Secret Police
Communism barefoot in the snow
But that’s not really Russia it’s a concept
A concept is about how to look at the earth from the moon
without ever getting there
The moon is about love & Werewolves, also Poe
Poe is about looking at the moon from the sun
or else the graveyard
Everything is about something if you’re a thin movie producer
The world is about overpopulation, Imperial invasions, Biocide
Genocide, Fratricidal Wars, Starvation, Holocaust,
mass injury & murder, high technology
Super science, atom Nuclear Neutron Hydrogen detritus,
Radiation Compassion Buddha, Alchemy
Communication is about monopoly telivision radio movie
newspaper spin on Earth, i.e. planetary censorship.
Universe is about Universe.
Allen Ginsberg is about confused mind writing down
newspaper headlines from Mars —
The audience is about salvation, the listeners are about sex,
Spiritual gymnastics, nostalgia for the
Steam Engine & Pony Express
Hitler Stalin Roosevelt & Churchill are about arithmetic &
Quadrilateral equations, above all
chemistry physics & chaos theory —
Who cares what it’s all about?
I do! Edgar Allen Poe cares! Shelly cares! Beethoven & Dylan care.
Do you care? What are you about
or are you a human being with 10 fingers and two eyes?
— Allen Ginsberg, NYC, 1996