L'irrémédiable

35mm film photography souped in one of my experimental film soup recipes.

There is a dark and lucid exchange When the heart becomes its own mirror A clear, black well of truth Through which glimmers A livid star An ironic beacon A torch of satanic grace Man's sole relief and his glory Consciousness in evil

An angel, rash wanderer, Tempted by the love of ugliness, Lashing out like a swimmer In the depths of a huge nightmare And struggling (o fierce anguish) Against a gigantic undertow Which goes singing like a horde of madmen And pirouetting in the gloom