Saturday, October 29
from MOZART'S THIRD BRAIN XXIV Each time we get a bit older; but we are still in our childishness Human lives all around me, I see them in their helplessness; wonder what it is I'm not seeing, which resources, which transcendings For we are in no way bound; except as parts of the stochastic, no less real for that Catatonic powers are moving Inside there, in the shimmering chambers, maybe the new life is born, unavoidably . . . That is not what I believe We are in the crystal chambers We shall crush history, its unendurable crystal, which is without deceit; deceit resides within us, almost exclusively Already the verdure pales at the apex of sunlight Now it is lit again, sparkling with sun We are exposed; the possibilities of catastrophes play In us lies the entire potential The whole brain of Hell; the canonical Paradise We look to one another; one another' s monsters of light, one another's cures that bring darkness---
The apex of light In just that bre- ath of turning And back again The unheard-of, the immense moves, in its permanence (Göran Sonnevi, translated from Swedish by Rika Lesser)