Love as Creative Endurance

"Love alters not"

Nothing alters Love
Love alters everything.

No alteration in the lover
No alteration in the loved
alters Love.

Just as Suffering
Love is the highest Metaphysics
applied on my heart.

I am suffering from the Imperishable-in-Me

And with the same intensity

I am loving the Imperishable-in-You

That is why I have postponed my suicide
sine die

Anti-Valentine

Today many lovers around the world will feel under pressure to do Something!
Some will have the pretext that allows the First Thing! Others will have the embarassment of looking for Anything! But all will be hostages of Valentine.
I am so sorry!
Moreover, you have learned to make love with secrecy (behind closed doors) and only when there is nothing else to do (beyond working hours). That is why it tends to be in conflict with sleeping habits! I am so sorry!
It should be otherwise.
Love should be in the center of the center: at the noblest hours of your day and at the noblest places of your world. Please Dare or Die!
Make love while there is sunlight, for instance Now, and everywhere, for instance There.
Postpone your duties without any excuses because of the Essential Reality!
Challenge your boss! Tell him: You are just... miserable!
Besides, no human place should escape Love: churches and parliaments, classrooms and buses, factories and offices...
If I were you, I would surprise Valentine - but tomorrow as a counter-current and a tempest!

L'imagination au Pouvoir! ou la Mort!
La révolution Permanente! ou Rien!

Dilemme

Ou bien... ou bien...?
Ni... ni...?
Et... et...?

Une femme nue ou une page blanche?
Toutes deux sont des chemins au bord de l'abîme!

Amour = Dé-voilement

...l'amour comme dévoilement infini...
...l'amour comme infinitisation de l'Amant...

...Serait-ce possible de parvenir un jour au Contact?
...Ou augmenterait la distance avec l'approximation?

...je tremble, tu trembles...
...et, Nous? qu'est-ce que Nous?...

Amor Adolescente

Hoje, vou amar-Te com minhas mandíbulas e minhas garras, com meus chifres e meus tentáculos. Vou morder-Te e devorar-Te com a feroz crueldade da minha Ternura Absoluta.
Hoje, todos os animais selvagens, os felinos, os grandes mamíferos, os répteis venenosos, todos os predadores implacáveis Te desejam e Te gritam e Te atacam de dentro do meu Amor Bruto.
Pensar em Ti é planear armadilhas e emboscadas, perseguições transpiradas e aproximações rastejantes... Tudo para que no Vértice do Instante compreendas que o universo inteiro Te ama de dentro da minha Violência Imaginária.
Todos os vulcões e sismos, todas as catástrofes do espaço-tempo... Tudo é o amor caótico do universo a Buscar-Te e a Querer-Te até à exaustão da matéria no Nada...
Tudo, através de mim, o Ser-no-Limite!

Credo

I believe in the Origin of the world

I believe in veiling and unveiling

I believe in nudity as the Ultimate Redemption

I believe in blindness and in thirst as the Ultimate Self

I believe in dust and rebirth as Poietic Chaos


I believe in Your doubts and in Your earthquakes

I believe this is the Final Age, the Age of the Skin

I believe in the Fusion, Confusion, and Profusion of Fire


(My morning prayer is a grateful perplexity whispering Your proper name.
For Only the Excess is Meaning and Truth.)


Creio na origem do mundo
Creio que tudo se funde na minha sede
A minha voz tacteia-Me-Te
Onde vais, Oh Indefinido?

Life = Suffering (Nietzsche)

"...pain begets joy, ecstasy may wring sounds of agony from us. At the very climax of joy there sounds a cry of horror or a yearning lamentation for an irretrievable loss.
"...'Oh, wretched ephemeral race, children of chance and misery, why do you compel me to tell you what it would be most expedient for you not to hear? What is best of all is utterly beyond your reach: not to be born, not to be, to be nothing. But the second best for you is: to die soon.' (Wise Silenus to King Midas)
"...I feel myself impelled to the metaphysical assumption that the truly existent primal unity, eternally suffering and contradictory, needs the rapturous vision, the pleasurable illusion, for its continuous redemption."
"...Excess revealed itself as truth."
"...art approaches as a saving sorceress, expert at healing. She alone knows how to turn these nauseous thoughts about the horror or absurdity of existence into notions with which one can live: these are the sublime as the artistic taming of the horrible, and the comic as the artistic discharge of the nausea of absurdity."

(From Nietzsche F., "The Birth of Tragedy", transl. W. Kaufmann, in "Basic Writings of Nietzsche", NY, Modern Library, 2000, p. 40, 42, 45, 46, 60.)