De «Epilogos»

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to trust that on its own language will
produce the necessary
feelings thoughts
if necessary new
feelings
thoughts
so we can survive fear
with our fear
intact

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Or erotic attempts
all that unifies us
is what
divides us
in the first place death
is our only continuity
division
forever unified
in the second place life
is our particular discontinuity
unity
temporarily divided
in the third place psychic striving
total eroticism is
independent of sex
inconceivable without it
independent of death
inconceivable without it
concentrated on uniting
what is divided

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Fear of being alone
alone with the past
alone with the great pressure of your imagination
distraction emptiness
alone with your joy your courage
your inadequate effort
alone with your song
your facts
and your freedom
alone with it all
in its discontinous
condition
unique
incomparable
the sun
of an unobserved solar system
Fear of being with others
with others
who suddendly know
what they must not know
about itself
with others
who suddendly say
that what you have said
must not be said
and if you say it again
they will leave
a threat
a shock
or with others
who just don't feel like it
and with others
who feel like it too much
or with
accusation
gossip
anger
with
hope
jealousy
despair
with
demons
reasonable people
and ascetics
with everyone and everything
in its discontinous condition
specific
comparable to
a worn meteor
in a totally illusory solar system
Fear of completion
of habit inertia
monotonous dialogues
of recognition
repetition
conclusion
of the synthesis that is never right
of the rightness that is never honest
of the honesty that is never right
of the practical
ordered
well-organized
civilized
pattern
and of the system
of your own system
to which you cling
of the others' systems
in which you are caught up
of the system as such
magnetic
set
and all-inclusive
Fear of completion
of movement
space
conflict

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Eccentric attempts
when a man
steps out of himself
steps out of
his daily life
his function
his situation
steps out of
his habits
his peaceful
condition
we call the process
ecstasy
when he claims
that the clouds
shoot like pain
that the clouds
originate
in electrical charges
water vapor
flight
inside his weighted head

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how shall we invent
thoughts for the feelings
how shall we find
a technique
for understanding
a technique
for shared consciousness
a knowledge at least
of all that we don't even see
in ourselves
in the others
each other
it could be me
that stepped out of myself
Magical attempts
it could be words
that stepped out of themselves
as realities
it could be words
that like a fever transformed
fear to joy
it could be words
that got to the bottom
of seduction
placed their genes
in the individual
cell
grew
forced themselves through
cancer and virus
and mortalities
to the glorious stature
of antibodies
medication
salvation
it could be words
that brought grace
into the world
formulated fear
so every single fearful person
knew that he was probably
alone in the world
was probably alone
with his fear
but never alone
with his own consciousness

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Inger Christensen, It, Susanna Nied (trad.), Anne Carson (intr.), New Directions Books, 2006 (originalmente publicado em dinamarquês em 1969).