this is the way the world ends.
me in tears & you wiping the snot on your sleeve.
it isn’t the look we’re going for but it’s hard core when we’re doomed
i tells ya.
not now but soon. it’s inauspicious when sparrows flip their wings
& sing, out like it’s dawn. soon the horns
cut the air & business booms. it’s queer how i don’t care if u die
when i don’t know yr name & how we’re related.
if i kneel it’s because i give up – a reverence: i accept:
why should not wasps,
say, suck the goodness from my vines;
a cockroach, symbol of my destitution, walk for no reason.
there’s something in it, otherwise it’s madness.
yes, ‘not give a fuck’ isn’t really the effect I was after, but meant the ambivalence of one knowing a big picture schedule of stellar scale and non-associative sense of the material World, and ‘all shall be well […} and all manner of things will be well’
thanks, Dean. i get that more now.
that quote was vaguely familiar, so I looked it up. i don’t recall of ever hearing of Julian of Norwich. interesting – I had a read of a couple of sites. the mystery of why sin or evil is permitted by an almighty, beneficent being.
who was it wrote that the world ends. ‘…not with a bang but with a whimper’ ? I think (the unfindable perhaps) [must be]’something in it’ of the last line is what causes the genuine mystic to not give too much of a fuck, about anything!
Thanks, Dean.
I’d never thought of the mystic as one not caring about anything, until now. And I don’t know if that’s something to strive for, or not to strive for. ts Eliot, in the hollow men, wrote the ‘world ends’ : Guy Fawkes, Joseph Conrad & Dante rolled into one!