elizabeth’s Reviews > Stigmata > Status Update

"At the thirteenth stroke the muzzle cracked, I removed my frightening foot from the jaws. I saw the meat we are. We came out of the moral spasms broken lame and delirious. Unrecognizable.
Because it could not be me. Because it could not be him.
As always in these apocalyptic moments, the sky was extremely blue. The geraniums brightly red."

"the hunt is entirely animal, naturally. It's a prayer on all fours, at a gallop. The prayer asks: may I catch the words that will know how to surround the mystery, without biting on and crushing it."

this section about love, foreignness, singularity, doubling etc is really reminding me of the left hand of darkness. loving it

"I miss your death. The blow falls next to me. I want to suffer and I don't manage. There I am surprised. An immense opaque transparent inconsistent wall rises between you dea(d)th and me on this side. This wall is (made of) separation: impalpable. It doesn't exist. Nothing stops me / something stops me from passing. It's the impossible. The impossible is matter purified of all materiality. Clarified butter."