A weird thought has been haunting me lately: the fact that I am an insect. I don’t mean this in a metaphorical way, but literally. Sometimes I am talking to someone and this thought pops up out of the blue. I imagine my insides just like the insides of a cockroach, my antennas…
The second obsessive thought I’ve been having is that my hair is breaking (as if someone had been pulling it all day long).
No, the serpent did not
Seduce Eve to the apple.
All that’s simply
corruption of the facts.
Adam ate the apple.
Eve ate Adam.
The serpent ate Eve.
This is the dark intestine.
The serpent, meanwhile,
Sleeps his meal off in Paradise –
Smiling to hear
God’s querulous calling.
1) Movies
- La visite de la fanfare (with the beautiful Ronit Elkabetz)
- Into the wild (bad bad movie).
I’ve been feeling very tired and almost fell asleep at the cinema. Tiredness sometimes gets mistaken with depression, so beware in order to not get fooled by this trojan horse! I’ve been listening to some beautiful old Will Oldham songs and Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours.
Sometimes it becomes frightening to dwell constantly in childhood. I am so tired of trying to figure things out, although that’s a new thing. My father used to be pretty much drowned somewhere in my head. He keeps surfacing.
