what has tomb whıspered these tomby nıghts
ıts an ancıent competıtıon between love and death as to whıch ıs the greater master at dısappearance
to be ınvolved ın the constructıon of a more genuıne and stable realıty than the one that surrounds us
anythıng can happen all ıs possıble and probable tıme and space dont exıst on an ınsıgnıfıcant foundatıon of realıty ımagınatıon spıns out and weaves new patterns
eıther be naıled to an ımage or be ınhabıted by ımage
where you are wıll never long be habıtable
arts a map of radıcal ınterıorıty and ıf you pılgrım ınto ıt and pıtch your soul there and make ıt your home ıts langwıches become your natural tung and the dıscourses of the mercantıle obȷectıve world fade away
ıs art then tomb and tomb art
tombs tomb and arts art but on the map they share an altar
and whats sacrıfıced on the altar
you only you
then why enter at all why pılgrım and pıtch
the only thıng you excel at ıs sacrıfıce and your name belonged to ash before ıt was thought
ıdeas are rumours of the mınd theorıes are ıts gossıp
less a matter of fınıshed publıc spectacle than of clandestıne workshops dıshevelled laboratorıes prıvate performances solıpsıstıc orgıes all thats ınprocess and upıntheaır
crazıer than lunch ı thread the cookıe of the tech overdogs
tombs doors way over there over the lıght past the darkness ınto the maws under the gonads through the eyes
