Ode to mould

to make ones life in passing!
among the remains
of which one has no need

the sentiment of affairs
or,
the smell of things

the proof
is in itself
the aroma

in principle
it’s all
framed, realized

relativised
perpendicular
to the perfumes

No sound, from where?
because salt makes things taste
Little screamer

And this is almost always:
The decline, the decay
De- and cay always form a second nature
Life begins in and by life, sometimes threatening, mouldy.
Then, therefore, when the thing actually is, just by nature of that,
which marks this thing, when a being that is in living strength so much happens,
that a thing begins to dissolve in mist, in smell, in dark stench smoldering dissolves,
is this then truly in accordance with its character?
Thus, decay and mould are not signs of dissolution and destruction, but the designation for a more complete spreading of the particularities and relations of things and events.

Alex Jasch