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new goal unlocked: make me so pitiful that i cease to be profane. made mythic by extreme loser status
something happens, in the bible, when you get too close to death but re-turn anyway. this 'something' has a phrase: לֹ֣א נָכַר. it translates to "can't be recognized," "was not registered," something like that, but why translate it at all? keep it semiotic. keep it leaky, risky, muddy. in the bible, when god tells you to die but then lets you live anyway, you come back and are not recognizable. job is brought to the brink of death, and his friends לֹ֣א נָכַר him. jacob, about to lose his blessings, becomes לֹ֣א נָכַר to his father. joseph, mock-killed by his brothers, is too לֹ֣א נָכַר. moses comes down from spending 40 days with god. becomes לֹ֣א נָכַר. you can't translate what these men looked like after they didn't-die. their didn't-dying is above register; it, in and of itself, cannot be recognized. sometimes god tries to kill you and you live. and you'll only know it once you see it
Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there, And it but mimic all we would believe With colours idly spread, — behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear. I knew one who had lifted it — he sought, For his lost heart was tender, things to love, But found them not, alas! nor was there aught The world contains, the which he could approve. Through the unheeding many he did move, A splendour among shadows, a bright blot Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.
Percy B. Shelley (1818)
Susie Orbach suggests that overcoming bad feeling is not a measure of healing. Indeed, if 'bad feeling' is also an effect of injustice, then to overcome bad feeling can also be to erase the signs of injustice.
Sara Ahmed, The Cultural Politics of Emotion (197)
I feel crazy in ways I never say
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My white teeth. // Steam rises from my coat. Swallow the sun.
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