woods-porchlight

November 7, 2024

Stood pooled in porch light
Cut my shadow off with a dull knife
Whispered in its ear, then sent it off into the night

Set the trap for the mice, the rats
Whatever’s in the pipes

Corner of your eye, the edge of the white
That’s where I live, I’m set for life

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Thought:

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There looms, within abjection, one of those violent, dark revolts of being, directed against a threat that seems to emanate from an exorbitant outside or inside, ejected beyond the scope of the possible, the tolerable, the thinkable. It lies there, quite close, but it cannot be assimilated. It beseeches, worries, and fascinates desire, which, nevertheless, does not let itself be seduced. Apprehensive, desire turns aside; sickened, it rejects.

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Julia Kristeva | Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection

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