Friday, June 15, 2007

What we truly Desire


In *Maldoror and Poems,*
the French poet Lautréamont wrote about holy
yearning
disguised as mournful complaint.
"Whenever you hear the dogs'
howling in the fields,"
his mother told him as a child,
"don't deride what
they do:
They thirst insatiably for the infinite,
like you, me, and the rest
of us humans.
I even allow you to stand at the window
and gaze upon this
exalted spectacle."


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