Friday, September 28, 2012

ASKING NO LESS: THE DEMAND OF SO MUCH MORE






“Your Beauty, should be Beaten, into the Reverse, of Submission”

-Boris Izsus 1978



Bemoaning Buckled Buffalo





“The Journey afterwards, is another Journey passing unto Judgment: like your Stare, as drawn-out as a Riddle; full of Giddy and of Grace: when I was a Child, I believed Devotion was Born in the Lungs, and thus: that taking-in akin to dragging (in), the whole World, City, and Scene, with one Movement: a Breath, a Pulse, a Puff:------àlike having Faith in what laid Behind me: was that House, that Pulverized the Fear, that Begot my Conception of God; but Silly-Me, I Predict, and further-the-still, the Habit of the Body, is to Dream, of what still lies Ahead still: and in the Still, of this (is) Sight: I Dream, I think, of only you, as a God, Dreams only, and ever still, of Chicago.”

-Boris Izsus  2012



The Theatrical Equivalent of a Bunch of Baloney





“The Importance of this Point: Everything is to Confirm, incessantly, one’s Love of the World, so that it Stimulates into an exploding Spectacle, yet also, emphasizing specific grounding Moments throughout the Day, like: the Natural Development of Sexual Abstraction, which is the Putative Question that I shall Pose in the Beginning: there was a Question, which was a Place, that held a Violence: the Motioning of the Thought: ‘we have Nothing to Lose’, which is the Opposite of committing oneself to a Crime.”

-Boris Izsus  2012




Clearly, The Hope, Obscured by Language








“I have lived except in Whose light is this (If) and what I am for.”

-Boris Izsus 2012



THE RELICTED CURSE








“With no other Words, but yours, today, like Bodies, blowing Across the shore, in early Fall, Chicago.”

-Boris Izsus  2008