DFW all things dying
famous deaths
one assassination
one suicide
both troubled men
who struggled to find
their way
so the world
removed them
one hand of other
one hand of self
death
With the rise of computation it is easy to throw out the past and try everything under the sun. We forget that nature has been running the program for much longer and maybe it figured out a few things?
At first a childhood, limitless and free
of any goals. Ah sweet unconsciousness.
Then sudden terror, schoolrooms, slavery,
the plunge into temptation and deep loss.
Defiance. The child bent becomes the bender,
inflicts on others what he once went through.
Loved, feared, rescuer, wrestler, victor,
he takes his vengeance, blow by blow.
And now in vast, cold, empty space, alone.
Yet hidden deep within the grown-up heart,
a longing for the firs world, the ancient one …
Then, from his place of ambush, God leapt out.
Rainer Maria Rilke - Translation Stephen Mitchell
—Coleridge
—Jan Michl On the Rumor of Functional Perfection
Success and failure are the measurements of a simple game. I still don’t know why I subject myself to this game, this torture of envy.
Inspired by Taleb’s
No one can possibly be a failure (success) unless (if) he feels envy
Whatever belongs in the circle is in the circle They Raise hands. Death-defying trapeze artists on one zodiac, the Queen of Spades, the Ace of Hearts, the nine of Diamonds, the whole deck of cards Promise to whatever is promised Love to whatever is loved Ghosts to whatever is ghosts In our mouths Their mouths There is Hope.
Jack Spicer
