pity this busy monster, manunkind,
not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)
plays with the bigness of his littleness
—- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born —- pity poor flesh
and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical
ultraomnipotence. We doctors know
a hopeless case if —- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go
e e cummings.
4 comments:
Red, now blue--my two favorite colors (blue in first position). This one is shocking, wonderful--both very sexual and powerful. Beautiful work, Cristian!
That's a new vision of the last two for me; more like a revelation. I'm surprise and glad that you like them so much, since for me, they wasn't looking any different than any previous. It is hard to judge my own when I'm tired. Thanks for the new vision.
Your work has really changed in the past few months. I find it much deeper, much more powerful and beautiful than ever before.
My work really changed in the last few months, but are the results the ones that I distrust. The work, and the kind of work (the invisible part), has reached a peak, has found its limitations, it has been gone through despair and other bad vibrations that made it go through temperance, and notch its hard edges in the end. The results are still behind. I'm looking forward to another jump in the evolution of the software, but after this vibrations that the work and the worker have gone through, right now I'm also giving it time; somehow like a breathing time. Everything must breathe.
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