Thursday, September 22
REPEAT UNTIL TIME (excerpt) 4.2 To begin with, everything was nothing And there was nothing to speak of and no begin with. No, there was nothing to speak of, before there was everything. Then (when?) all speed of light and speed of forever, balls of gas, Bright stars falling into the suck of black holes, radiant plates, The outward transfer of angular momentum, Then gas accreting into galaxies, becoming a little more clustered, Becoming worlds, becoming worlds on which something so comical, So precise, so utterly different from the world, so lovely As that language of ours, these words, could arise in one of them. To speak of when and then and moments is a figure of language, It is language addressing itself to what is not, and to what it is itself not. Language with its simple actions words, verbs: Ich mag es nicht, vas-y toi, non sum qualis eram, Language with its "past" and "future" and "present," Pointing to what it doesn't know, I love you, now, babbling of unicorns. (Hannah Sullivan)