Vol. II. Issue. III September 2011 - The Criterion: An International ...
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www.the-criterion.com <strong>The</strong> <strong>Criterion</strong>: <strong>An</strong> <strong>International</strong> Journal in English ISSN 0976-8165<br />
Olympia<br />
E. Eller<br />
San Francisco USA<br />
If there is a dark and hostile power which traitorously fixes a thread in our hearts in order that,<br />
laying hold of it and drawing us by means of it along a dangerous road to ruin, which otherwise<br />
we should not have trod--if, I say, there is such a power, it must assume within us a form like<br />
ourselves, nay, it must be ourselves; for only in that way can we believe in it, and only so<br />
understood do we yield to it so far that it is able to accomplish its secret purpose.<br />
- E.T.A. Hoffman, <strong>The</strong> Sandman[1]<br />
I wait.<br />
Seth says he's on his way. He said so just before midnight and now its 1:30 in the morning. I<br />
don't expect him to show up until 3am or 5am or 7am. He's done this before. He's said he'll<br />
come over and then doesn't show until hours later. He comes once everyone else in my building,<br />
the neighborhood, the entire city, falls into a state of slumber so complete, we find ourselves<br />
truly alone together. No one else has ever even seen us together. No one knows we know each<br />
other. We become the only people awake on Tuesday at a time in the morning that does not even<br />
exist for those who are asleep. We build upon the allotted number of hours in the night. When<br />
he comes, the night seems to go on forever. <strong>The</strong> little game we play is a matter of preying on<br />
one another. Right now he has the advantage because he's not here. He hasn’t come yet like he<br />
said he would so I suppose I’m at his mercy because I’d rather he was here.<br />
“On his way,” he said. Which is to say his way is the way he goes. His way goes on. <strong>The</strong><br />
onward way is his. When words go through so many iterations, meaning collapses. <strong>The</strong><br />
repetition falls flat and what remains is only an echo of an echo. That’s where art comes from –<br />
echoes. Sometimes, I feel like its not him I’m really after, but some kind of performance, as if<br />
he and I were an artwork, being created. “On his Way.” Is it true? Is he really on his way? I<br />
don’t want to lose sight of this. <strong>An</strong>d how can I keep it here unfolding still, my hope.<br />
If Seth came to me earlier during the hours when people are awake, it might seem like we were a<br />
couple. But I’d never call it that. <strong>An</strong>d besides, I wouldn’t want to have an audience. I wouldn’t<br />
want anyone to know. I like secrets because they give me something to think about when<br />
everyone else is talking about one thing like the way hair grows on a newborn and my thoughts<br />
are somewhere else, somewhere unattainable. Behind the daytime, our hours stay hidden. <strong>An</strong>d<br />
if my friends knew what I have been doing, they'd try to stop me. <strong>The</strong>y’d think I have a<br />
psychological illness. Am I hurting myself? Should I be cured from this self-loathing that is so<br />
exquisitely my own and which Seth enables me to express?<br />
In the hours I spend with Seth we don’t seek to remedy this. We spend our time doing cocaine<br />
usually or sometimes we drink cheap Chardonnay, listening to opera. If at some point we can<br />
find the edge of things, the edge of feelings, then we see something light up. We see the material<br />
of this behavior, like finding the paint on the canvas and seeing it for what it is, a trompe l’oeil<br />
illusion. That is enough. One time he tried to suffocate me with a pillow. He fucks with my<br />
head. I don't care if we ruin ourselves. That’s why we meet when no one else is awake to<br />
criticize. Our time follows a different clock. Our time ignores the overbearing system, which<br />
insists on mindless cooperation. It is the only time we really have, to make of our time what we<br />
will, because it is actually so rare to be able to fill the time without any consideration for others.<br />
<strong>Vol</strong>. <strong>II</strong>. <strong>Issue</strong>. <strong>II</strong>I 268 <strong>September</strong> <strong>2011</strong>