Receding Time

receding time. how are aging people linked to it by experience? bodies broken by lengthening time know it from the screenplay, similar to a historical epoch. war, disease, loss are this description’s keywords. but I don’t want history anymore, I don’t want to belong any longer to the contemporary period, era, or its expression or theme. the hopeless desire to withdraw from the habit of inertia also means getting rid of linear narrative. destroying the personal ‘I’, the public ‘we’, the cosmic ‘that’. but what’s next then? a moving wrist, a moth at night painting with powder on your breast ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... later the wind’s footfalls will be heard above the dunes. the taste of hops on one’s lips. a whistling will come from the sea, a melody, captured in a convex glass mouth. what happened later? later I felt that, that all closeness is deceptive, that all commonalities end in commonality with oneness, in which there is no room for time, an aging and dying mule the colour of a bull’s eyes.


2004



Translated by Darius Ross