Não ocorre depressão em uma sociedade determinada pelo ritual. A alma é totalmente absorvida, esvaziada, pelas formas rituais. Rituais contém mundo. Produzem uma relação forte com o mundo. Na origem da depressão, ao contrário, está uma relação consigo mesmo exageradamente tensa. Nela, se é incapaz de sair de si mesmo, de se ultrapassar em direção ao mundo, e acaba-se encapsulado em si mesmo. O mundo desaparece. Com uma angustiante sensação de vazio, circula-se apenas por si mesmo. Rituais, ao contrário, aliviam o eu do fardo de si mesmo. Eles despsicologizam e desinteriorizam o eu.

- Byung-Chul Han em O desaparecimento dos rituais
syntax
Maureen N. McLane

and if
I were to say

I love you and
I do love you

and I say it
now and again

and again
would you say

parataxis
would you see

the world revolves
anew

its axis
you
They were not kidding in the Fourteenth Century
Maureen N. McLane

They were not kidding
when they said they were blinded
by a vision of love.

It was not just a manner
of speaking or feeling
though it’s hard to say

how the dead
really felt harder
even than knowing the living.

You are so opaque
to me your brief moments
of apparent transparency

seem fraudulent windows
in a Brutalist structure
everyone admires.

The effort your life
requires exhausts me.
I am not kidding.
Tortured syntax, thorned thoughts, vocabulary
like a forest littered with unexploded
cluster bombs, no exit except explosion
ripping the branches. 

Marilyn Hacker
wanting you so much it looks like need
- marilyn hacker
The need for the past

is so much at the center of my life
I write this poem to record my discovery of it,
my reconciliation.

- Frank Bidart
I sleep and wake and sleep and wake and sleep and wake and
- Frank Bidart
Involuted velleities of self-erasure.
Frank Bidart
Outlander, S08E03

equinócio
a. melo

ou tô no vento

ou tô 
no chão
There is a solitude in seeing you, 
Followed by your company when you are gone.
You are like heaven’s veils of lightning. 
I cannot see till afterward
How beautiful you are. 
There is a blindness in seeing you, 
Followed by the sight of you when you are gone.

- Witter Bynner
if truth soothes
soothing was
not truth's goal

CAConrad
everyone paying attention
enjoy your visit
everyone else
good luck

CAConrad