In memory of Per Odeltorp.
Where I am, memory is not. Where love is I am not. Where I am not, there is memory. →
In passing by, a casual touch, and the subversive force of love displaces my being. Room of red roses. The demiurge's gaze transfixes me, demands the text of bygone days, in exchange. →
I hereby give thou, unmerciful demiurge, the text of bygone days, its story, its plot. I sacrifice on the altar of creation the story about the woman with many names, about the woman with a split face, about the woman with different masks; I sacrifice the story about she who once was, but no longer is. I give her to thee to feast on; I give thee this woman of the past, who sponges on my body, who has riveted herself to my shadow; I give her to thee to feast on. Thou, unmerciful demiurge, opens the gate to the earth's interior and drinks her blood, greedily desiring. Thou folds the sacrificed body in thee arms, and devours it. The earth closes again. Once more satisified. Greed fulfilled. The hellish alchemical fire nourished, gives thou back what thee has devoured. Body mouldered charred, returns in slings of fire . →
I tremble in my desire. You penetrate my inner room. I gasp as your head touches the cradle of love, and strikes the chord that is the end beginning of my being in the world. You hold my life in your arms, tasting my nakedness carefully at the edge of Paradise, your body starts, and you throw yourselves into the heat of the rut. We make love. Nakedly and relentlessly, safely anchored in our hot, moist bodies. You shine in the lamp's shattered light, falling over your glowing body.
I see you. I see you in your beauty, in your perfection. I know you see mine, as you reach for the light of my eyes and catch the flickering flame of eternity in the palm of your hand, carrying it with you, inside, concealed for the eye, but unveiled in the rhythm of your love-making. You see me. You see me leave myself and come towards you, as I lose myself in the inexorable force where you are, neither man nor woman; weave of upper and lower-case letters; body of translucent signs follows its own logic, and finds its form. →