梨園

“The Brain -- is wider than the Sky --...”

“The yellow mangoes are ripe & stubborn, won’t fall to the ground. Too much narcissism to leave behind an ugly corpse. So a fruit bat mauls the pale skin. & isn’t that how it always goes. The wicked & their taste for me, when they cannot sleep. I want to tell my mother how I am some boy’s elegant midnight snack, low-calorie, leaving his mouth wet with fructose & decadent color. We watch the bats give birth to more bats & he is every teeth mark that does not love me.”

The truth of a body appears in its dismembering, in its tearing apart, when the blood bursts out of the skin: the skin, instead of an envelope, becomes a surface to break. The mutilated body reveals its interiority, its depth, the secret of its life. Unity is given only to be broken, releasing the infinitely fragile secret that the soul and the breath, the desire, the passion for the unique and the infinite are the same as the wrenching of the body from itself, the membra disjecta and their very disjection exposed in the raw. In every sense, the soul blows through the body.

"During the day, while I was living together with Earthlings, I kept getting hurt all over. However much I pretended to be an ordinary Earthling and made light conversation, during the time I spent with other Earthlings little cuts were being made all over my heart. Every few days, I had to hide in the toilet and cry until I threw up. By the time I went home and got into bed, I was covered in scars inside."