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Jean-Luc Godard. “Le Gai Savoir”. 1969
“There are brighter sides to life/ and I should know because
I’ve seem them/ But not very often”
“… I recount the black days
Wade through all the shadows
Even so it takes my sleep
I recall the black days
The cuts and the recovery
From unnecessary growth
I recall these black days
As maybe grim and melanized
But also colourful…”
I don’t know what to do with some kind of feelings, with that heritage of ideas, don’t really know what to do with unavailing time, a sort of devastating bootless arc of space, I don’t know anything about my skin and my hands, that eternal resource of breathtaking breathing, the elusive heartbeat coming in fatuous flames at the end of the dusk.
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