“Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn’t let itself be extended; it achieves significance only through its death. Towards this death, which may also be my own, I am drawn irrevocably. Each moment appears only to bring on the moments after. To each moment I cling with all my heart: I know that it is unique, irreplaceable - and yet I would not lift a finger to prevent it from being annihilated.” © Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
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3.09.2006
Vaccination
(for A.)
I submit to pain
consciously and wholly,
administered in incremental doses
growing more potent over time
'til the body is forced to cope
and develop on its own
some primitive form of resistance.
To an affliction
with no prescribed cure,
where the only known defense
is deliberate, repeated and prolonged
exposure to the carrier,
the sado-masochist belief
that cruelty is an act of mercy,
becomes gospel truth.
Once again, I bend over
relenting to your wish to be kind.
Inoculate me,
until this body is rendered immune
...to you.
Anne Stephanie Cruz
3.09.06
3.07.2006
Tea Ceremony
i.
a tea pot
sits,
kettle whistles
ii.
brown leaves
steeped:
remembering
iii.
silence,
strained then poured
into cups
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