Eye in the sky
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“Cruel” – St. Vincent
It’s been a listening to at Vincent kind of morningl

e. e. cummings, “[i like my body when it is with your]”
Always loved e e Cummings dirty poems……
Deep, dark, soft void; I am going to nudge right against you
listening to the kills makes me feel like it it all sexy, wild, and free!
who’s in?
about food and intensity
you said is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body, to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little?)
Looking into
your eyes nothing, I said, except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.

For mummies do not decay because of worms: they die from being transplanted from a prolonged symbolic order, which is master over death and putrescence, on to an order of history, science and museums – our own, which is no longer master over anything, since it only knows how to condemn its predecessors to death and putrescence and their subsequent resuscitation by science. An irreplaceable violence towards all secrets, the violence of a civilization without secrets.
Jean Baudrillard
