The 3rd Page

THEN - The Apocalypse is personal ... It arrives every
day (more or less) ... Only love for humanity survives
this fire ... a love for nothing-much ... a
nothing-much that is every-thing else ... A return ???
... A return to origins pre-figured in the origin of
all things ??? ... Forward into the past ??? ...
Backward into the future ??? ... An excess inscribed
(written) into nothingness ??? ... A black pearl
suspended in a void ??? ... The proverbial negation of
negation ??? ... Some-thing else ??? ...

Scientists will argue, until the cows come home, as to
whether we are particles or waves ... It is of their
Nature ... Of course, our accursed condition (the
nature of our nature) is to be both at once ...
Artaud's subjectile flies, rains, reigns (like
embodied words / raining fire ...) ... The subjectile
is a winged non-thing ... a missile fired at itself
(for/in itself ...) ... Thus are they given to apply
electro-shock (wave upon wave) to try to sort things
out ... And they always fail ... miserably (inscribing
misery upon misery ...) ... The 'given' is always
'taken' away ...

No one knows what is happening ... No one ever knows,
so no one can ever be held responsible ... The hands
on the clock are missing ... There is only the blank
face of time ... apocalyptic time ...

The object of revolution is always the same object ...
That is to say, the subject NOT the object ... As long
as the object of revolution is an object all subjects
are subject to that object ... (The subject of
revelation is always the same subject ...) ...
Mind-splitting migraines are the lot of the
subject/object ... To be merely a subject is to be
merely an object ... The object of a subject remains
an abject object ... forgotten ... trod under foot ...
conferred with the ignoble status of the Other ...
Humanity does not exist as an object ... it is no where/
has no where to lay its head ... It is faceless ... the empty
gesture par excellence ... The world turns upon itself
... Ourobouros consumes Ouroborous ... The serpent
always returns to the mouth/cave of its half-asleep
host ... For this sole reason Nietzsche commands you
to quite simply bite off its head ...

NOW - The sky is always falling ... as Icarus is
always-already falling ... Daedalos, the first
architect, designed both the labyrinth and the-way-out
... Time Itself beckons to Itself ... Its self is Time
(Nobody) ... Even this facelessness has a name ...
Janus ... This two-faced facelessness is the Arrow
(the projectile-object) and the Circle (the
womb-like-subject) ... The compass draws the circle,
and the circle encompasses every-thing (including the
compass ...) ... The complement / the supplement ...
The absolute complement subsumes every-thing ...
Universality swallows Time Itself ... One always rises
as the other falls, and vice versa (the other always
rises as the one falls ...) ... Falling is the
condition of things (objects) ... Descartes created
Pascal ... Pascal created Descartes ... The left hand
sculpts the right hand ... The right hand sculpts the
left hand ... Generic platitudes comprise the
universal nothingness ...

Rising is different ... One must fly 'Out of This
World' to rise ... Artaud/Greenaway knew/know how
(but not when ...) ... Rising to fall ... Falling to rise
... There appear and disappear, every day, new, old,
and indifferent coordinates for flying else-where ...
destinations deferred ... A new, better world is
always swept beneath the carpet of History (History, a
ticking carpet-bomb) ... ("History is at first true,
then lies ... Mythology is at first lies, then true
...") ... Mythology is a flickering flame ... History
is a blazing searchlight ... The Present-Present is a
dangerous dislocation of Time Itself and History
(History, at first the Present-Past, and then the
Past-Past) ... The future never arrives ... This
always-already falling (wings melting / in flames) is
the signature of Time (Chronos/Saturn) ... Yes, Atlas
holds aloft the book of the world ... And the
Present-Present sets it on fire ...