Opus alienum

These odd, happy affirmations of estrangement, allegories of living. A hopeful opus alienum. Yet for all that kind of talk, one careless confrontation with the real — one wrong word at the wrong time, a wrong gesture at a crucial moment — and the allegories spiral into a kind of rhythmic madness, like a grisly kaleidoscope. But there’s always the light that illuminates the kaleidoscope, that brings it into being. The untouchable light.

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2 responses to “Opus alienum

  1. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
    Cannot bear very much reality.

    — TS Eliot, Four Quartets

  2. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
    Cannot bear very much reality.

    — TS Eliot, Four Quartets

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