Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Black XXXII
All drawings untitled 2004
IT WAS THE NUMBER
born of the stars
WERE IT TO EXIST
other than as a scattered dying hallucination
WERE IT TO BEGIN AND WERE IT TO CEASE
springing up as denied and closed off when made manifest
at last
through some thinly diffused emanation
WERE IT TO BE NUMBERED
evidence of a totality however meager
WERE IT TO ILLUMINE
IT WOULD BE
worse
no
more nor less
but as much indifferently CHANCE
Falls
the feather
rhythmic suspension of disaster
to be buried
in the original spray
whence formerly its delirium sprang up to a peak
withered
by the identical neutrality of the abyss
Stephane Mallarme