WEBVTT

00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:06.390 align:middle line:84%
This is poem J. "To raise up
mystery where none exists is

00:00:06.390 --> 00:00:09.270 align:middle line:84%
a frozen and graceless
act, because it

00:00:09.270 --> 00:00:11.790 align:middle line:90%
produces only emptiness."

00:00:11.790 --> 00:00:14.920 align:middle line:90%
Baltasar Gracian.

00:00:14.920 --> 00:00:17.730 align:middle line:90%
Ah, how the world tempts us.

00:00:17.730 --> 00:00:21.660 align:middle line:84%
Leonine light drinking
from the streamlet, unaware

00:00:21.660 --> 00:00:26.190 align:middle line:84%
of the poorly described whole
or in what person I return,

00:00:26.190 --> 00:00:28.200 align:middle line:90%
bringing my burden back.

00:00:28.200 --> 00:00:31.710 align:middle line:84%
Just what I began with,
an object unsheltered,

00:00:31.710 --> 00:00:35.010 align:middle line:84%
chalky hill that doesn't
exist until I perceive it,

00:00:35.010 --> 00:00:37.170 align:middle line:90%
captive in a certain phrase.

00:00:37.170 --> 00:00:39.540 align:middle line:84%
My simplest brother,
where do I place

00:00:39.540 --> 00:00:43.770 align:middle line:84%
this day, its measly dust,
its vicarious charity?

00:00:43.770 --> 00:00:46.260 align:middle line:84%
Where do I place
my being outside?

00:00:46.260 --> 00:00:49.830 align:middle line:84%
Who decides upon what
occasion good cause, my pity,

00:00:49.830 --> 00:00:51.090 align:middle line:90%
should be praised?

00:00:51.090 --> 00:00:54.810 align:middle line:84%
Or why, when I read, do
I lose hold of the game?

00:00:54.810 --> 00:00:58.140 align:middle line:84%
Foreground, the facts,
without experience,

00:00:58.140 --> 00:01:01.110 align:middle line:84%
reading as if I've got it
right just because I understand

00:01:01.110 --> 00:01:04.620 align:middle line:84%
the words, weighing
subtleties between the lines,

00:01:04.620 --> 00:01:07.980 align:middle line:84%
settling on a punishment
for this false landscape.

00:01:07.980 --> 00:01:09.030 align:middle line:90%
I made it.

00:01:09.030 --> 00:01:11.400 align:middle line:84%
But you took it further
a threshold, brother.

00:01:11.400 --> 00:01:15.780 align:middle line:84%
Diffusely, all of those clashing
colors, column of yours so

00:01:15.780 --> 00:01:18.270 align:middle line:90%
broken by its red, by its blue.

00:01:18.270 --> 00:01:21.330 align:middle line:84%
No one in their right mind
would commune with that clarity.

00:01:21.330 --> 00:01:25.200 align:middle line:84%
The maimed law of intimation
knows nothing empirically,

00:01:25.200 --> 00:01:28.170 align:middle line:84%
finds a shortcut,
mythical prowess,

00:01:28.170 --> 00:01:30.720 align:middle line:90%
dressing the gods, pandemonium.

00:01:30.720 --> 00:01:33.420 align:middle line:84%
Once there was a
forest, where today,

00:01:33.420 --> 00:01:35.880 align:middle line:84%
the barbed wire chokes
on its own rust.

00:01:35.880 --> 00:01:40.500 align:middle line:84%
False, my melancholy brother,
devotee of an unpolluted past,

00:01:40.500 --> 00:01:44.160 align:middle line:84%
always longing for yesterday,
eating away at its portrait,

00:01:44.160 --> 00:01:47.940 align:middle line:84%
its submerged parasite
of briefest utopia,

00:01:47.940 --> 00:01:51.240 align:middle line:84%
waters face in the
water give it weight,

00:01:51.240 --> 00:01:52.950 align:middle line:90%
I won't say the name.

00:01:52.950 --> 00:01:56.640 align:middle line:84%
Fury of the multitude that
demands a destination, when

00:01:56.640 --> 00:01:58.740 align:middle line:84%
they're barely wandering
the hillside, one

00:01:58.740 --> 00:02:02.130 align:middle line:84%
opinion after another,
pasturing where they may.

00:02:02.130 --> 00:02:05.820 align:middle line:84%
Paltry symbol, boney
cow of what I think,

00:02:05.820 --> 00:02:10.229 align:middle line:84%
unimpeded gap, dry plain,
no place persists beyond,

00:02:10.229 --> 00:02:14.550 align:middle line:84%
shall we say, the blessed
monarchy of my eyes searching

00:02:14.550 --> 00:02:17.610 align:middle line:84%
for something to save,
some crust of bread,

00:02:17.610 --> 00:02:19.200 align:middle line:90%
my senseless brother.

00:02:19.200 --> 00:02:21.300 align:middle line:84%
Descending on that
road, I refuse

00:02:21.300 --> 00:02:24.390 align:middle line:84%
to retouch ugly
tangent of garbage.

00:02:24.390 --> 00:02:27.660 align:middle line:84%
Matter is ineffable, an
indestructible truth.

00:02:27.660 --> 00:02:31.050 align:middle line:84%
And anyway, who would want to
expose a corpse, when so much

00:02:31.050 --> 00:02:33.600 align:middle line:84%
of the mouth's light
pursues it, and not

00:02:33.600 --> 00:02:36.060 align:middle line:84%
even a bone to
survive its secret.

00:02:36.060 --> 00:02:40.050 align:middle line:84%
Ear's gracelessness, let
it be filtered by my mob.

00:02:40.050 --> 00:02:44.400 align:middle line:84%
Let its prolonged series
incur in me, black number.

00:02:44.400 --> 00:02:47.100 align:middle line:84%
There goes my lion,
dragging it like bait,

00:02:47.100 --> 00:02:48.870 align:middle line:90%
piercing it with sharp teeth.

00:02:48.870 --> 00:02:53.610 align:middle line:84%
Will it expose the sun within,
incarnate and instant, kill

00:02:53.610 --> 00:02:54.750 align:middle line:90%
the living body.

00:02:54.750 --> 00:02:58.110 align:middle line:84%
And as for the one who
would add to it, once more,

00:02:58.110 --> 00:03:01.680 align:middle line:84%
will my animal pass through
to dismantle the attempt

00:03:01.680 --> 00:03:04.370 align:middle line:90%
to rip the theory apart.

00:03:04.370 --> 00:03:06.000 align:middle line:90%