To Have Done with the Judgement of God

 The Pursuit of Fecality
 

There where it smells of shit
it smells of being.
Man could just as well not have shat,
not have opened the anal pouch,
but he chose to shit
as he would have chosen to live
instead of consenting to live dead.
 

Because in order not to make caca,
he would have had to consent
not to be,
but he could not make up his mind to lose
being,
that is, to die alive.

 
There is in being
something particularly tempting for man
and this something is none other than
CACA.
(Roaring here.)

 

Antonin Artaud

The Canterbury Tales - General Prologue

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,

The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,

And bathed every veyne in swich licóur

Of which vertú engendred is the flour;

Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth

Inspired hath in every holt and heeth

The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne

Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,

And smale foweles maken melodye,

That slepen al the nyght with open ye,

So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages,

Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,

And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,

To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;

And specially, from every shires ende

Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,

The hooly blisful martir for to seke,

That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

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Atsız - Varsağılar IV

Erlik günü geldiğinde

Yiğitlere şan görünür.

Yığın yığın harcanmağa

Nice yüz bin can görünür.

Kopunca bir büyük savaş

Er tez gider, korkak yavaş.

Yüreksize akçayla aş

Erlere meydan görünür.

Bir gün olur yılda, ayda

Birleşiriz hep Altay'da.

Güz ayında, kurultayda

Başı börklü han görünür.

Atsız der ki: Ne var canda?

Yatarız taze çimende.

Rus'un adı her geçende

Gözlerime kan görünür.

1944

Rei Ayanami

4'33"

 

from "The Year of Magical Thinking" - Joan Didion

Life changes fast.

Life changes in the instant.

You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.

The question of self-pity.

There She Blows!