Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Quilting Point

“Look at her, what a shame, under her clothes, she is totally naked.” —Jacques Lacan

I am the cut
The reason
Uprooted from nature
From the mother
By a primordial cut
A knife made its way
Through umbilical cord
The uncertainty of certainty

You are the knife
The blood still dripping
The other of the pagan world
Sharpness straight into heart
A pain, a beauty
My last umbilical cord
My connection with earth
The certainty of uncertainty

You are the cause of this wound
You are the heal of this wound

1 comment:

  1. Look at him, what a shame, under his/the clothes, he is totally naked.”