oh Lord Thou pluckest me out

true romance is petting your weirdo freak while he’s fastening your gun holster to your thigh

thinking about june jordan saying that in the context of tragedy all polite behavior is a form of denial

Microdosing on a true experience of beauty by living a single human life from beginning to end

tehom is the feminine unformness that the lord has at his right and his left in the yawning verses of genesis (1:2). she is fatal and final, natal and new. she is the goddess of the void that only he knows. i am thinking of her fitness in the unheimlich, then. untehomely, untehomlich. you know her, you never knew her; you hate her, you never could; the old testament has a father; and a mother, too

in enūma eliš, 𒂊𒉡𒈠𒂊𒇺, one of the first near eastern narratives, life is formed from the flesh of tiamat, the goddess of formlessness. hundreds of years later, the hebrew narrative re-forms her into tehom—their roots are cognates. the first narrative is the last narrative, known and never known; tiamat, in her turn, is the mother that remains even if you've forgotten her. untehomelich

god is not lonely in yawning opening genesis—there's this lilting, feminine voice next to him. i'm trying to tell you that the goddess tehom lies there too. "the earth is formless unformed," the verses go, "and darkness covers the face of tehom." the root of her name comes from other narratives, of other goddesses—think tiamat in enuma elish. with yhwh, though, she's tenderer. she's gentle, she's rupture, she's only nothingness itself. she's the hole of the narrative, the forgotten couple to the noisier god she loves. god is not lonely in genesis