Notebook 7/6/95

"His power to adore is responsible
for all his crimes...once man
loses his *faculty of indifference*
he becomes a potential murderer...
We kill only in the name of a god..."

E.M.Cioran, *A Short History of Decay*

"When we refuse to admit the
interchangeable character of ideas,
blood flows..."

Cioran

You can't go backwards
You can't even go forwards
You can only face forward with dignity
And try not to fall

"In the fervent mind you always
find the camoflaged beast of
prey..."
Cioran

7/7/95

Is it sad not to know which way to go?
At least, the signs point East.
Some time ago when things were certain
They held their babies to themselves and sighed.
All at once the sky was registered in orange.
It is so simple to go forward blindly
Taking your joys with you strongly as you go.
In the Bonnards at the Museum D'Orsay
They sit in dignity and each are looking inward
in different directions.

7/8/95

Here we are over a hundred years later
Still dying of what Baudelaire was dying of
Still crying and sighing the same old sorrows
Sung to the same sad Debussy melodies.
The trees are dark the sky is dark my face
is dark my hands are dark,
The tears were dark. And how they laughed.
Listen you can still hear them laughing.
Listen on the same dark Paris streets.
Walking and walking till you're so
tired you can't stand anymore.