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A throw of the dice will never abolish chance



The English Translation (Stephane Mallarmé, trans A. S. Kline)




A THROW OF THE DICE








NEVER


                                                                                 EVEN WHEN TRULY CAST IN THE ETERNAL
                                                                                 CIRCUMSTANCE

OF A SHIPWRECK’S DEPTH


 



Can be
         only
               the Abyss
raging
             whitened
                     stalled
                                     beneath the desperately
                                                    sloping incline
                                                                                       of its
                                                                                own wing
                                                                                         through            an advance falling back from ill to take flight
                                                                                                                                        and veiling the gushers
                                                                                                                                            restraining the surges
                                                                                                                               gathered far within
                                                                                      the shadow buried deep by that alternative sail
                                                                                                          almost matching
                                                                                                 its yawning depth to the wingspan like a hull
                                                                                                                       of a vessel                
                                                                                                            rocked from side to side





             THE MASTER                                             beyond former calculations
                                                                              where the lost manoeuvre with the age
 rose                                                                                        
      implying                                                                           that formerly he grasped the helm
                             of this conflagration          of the concerted
                                                                                                     horizon at his feet
                                                                       
                                                           that          readies itself
                                                                                        moves and merges
                                                                                            with the blow that grips it
                                 as one threatens             fate and the winds
          the unique Number which cannot             be another
                                                                                                              Spirit
                                                                                                                         to hurl it
                                                                                                                                               into the storm
                                                                                                                                 relinquish the cleaving there and pass proudly
                                                           hesitates
                                   a corpse pushed back           by the arm from the secret
rather
           than taking sides
                  a hoary madman
                                  on behalf
                  of the waves
                                                                  one             overwhelms the head
                                                                                    flows through the submissive beard
                                             straight shipwreck             that of the man
                                                                                            without a vessel
                                                                                               empty         
                                                                                                                 no matter where




ancestrally never to open the fist
                                                                   clenched
                                                    beyond the helpless head
       a legacy in vanishing
                                       to someone
                                                                 ambiguous
                                 the immemorial ulterior demon
having
             from non-existent regions
                                                led
the old man towards this ultimate meeting with probability
                                                              this
                                                                      his childlike shade
caressed and smoothed and rendered
                                          supple by the wave and shielded
                                        from hard bone lost between the planks
                                                                      born
                                                                       of a frolic
the sea through the old man or the old man against the sea
                            making a vain attempt
                                                                                         an Engagement
whose
         dread the veil of illusion rejected
         as the phantom of a gesture
                                              will tremble
                                              collapse
                                                                     madness       
                                                                                                                  
WILL NEVER ABOLISH  




AS IF
                                                       A simple                   insinuation
                                                                  into silence                  entwined with irony
                                                                                                                                           or
                                                                                                                                              the mystery
                                                                                                                                                                hurled
                                                                                                                                                                                howled
                                             in some close                   swirl of mirth and terror
                                                                         whirls                    round the abyss
                                                                                                                                                  without scattering
                                                                                                                                                                          or dispersing
                                                                                                                                              and cradles the virgin index there

                                                                                                                                                                             AS IF






         a solitary plume overwhelmed

                                                               untouched                             that a cap of
midnight grazes or encounters
                                                                                                                                            and fixes
                                                                                                            in crumpled velvet with a sombre burst of laughter
                                                                                                               that rigid whiteness
                                                                                                      derisory
                                                                                                                              in opposition to the heavens
                                                                                                                       too much so
                                                                                                                               not to signal
                                                                                                                                                            closely
                                                                                                                                                                       any
                                                                                                                                 bitter prince of the reef
                                                                                                                               heroically adorned with it
                                                                                                                                              indomitable but contained
                                                                                                                                   by his petty reason virile
                                                                                                                                                                                 in lightning






anxious
                 expiatory and pubescent
                                                                                 dumb                                    laughter
                                                                                                                                                that
                                                                                                                                                                         IF    

                                                         The lucid and lordly crest             of vertigo
                                                                                 on the invisible brow
                                                                sparkles
                                                                                  then shades
                                                          a slim dark tallness          upright
                                                                         in its siren coiling
                                                                                                                                          at the moment
                                                                                                                                                   of striking
                                                       through impatient ultimate scales          bifurcated
                                                                                                                                               a rock
                                                                                                                                           a deceptive manor
                                                                                      
                                                                    suddenly  
                                                                                                                                                             evaporating in fog
                                                                                                                                                       that imposed
                                                                                                                                                                  limits  on  the infinite
                                                                          



                                                  IT WAS                                                       THE NUMBER
                                                  stellar outcome   

                                                                                                                                       WERE IT TO HAVE EXISTED
                                                                                                                 other than as a fragmented agonised hallucination

                                                                                                                      WERE IT TO HAVE BEGUN AND ENDED
                                                                                                                    a surging that denied and closed when visible
                                                                                                                                              at last
                                                                                                                              
by some profusion spreading in sparseness
                                                                                                                                         WERE IT TO HAVE AMOUNTED

 to the fact of the total though as little as one
WERE IT TO HAVE LIGHTED
IT WOULD BE                                                                         
               worse
                               no
                                         more nor less
                                                                          indifferently but as much        
CHANCE
                                                                                                          Falls
                                                                                                                the plume
                                                                                                                     rhythmic suspense of the disaster
                                                                                                                                                                          to bury itself
                                                                                                                                              in the original foam

                                                                                                      from which its delirium formerly leapt to the summit
                                                                                                                                                                       faded
                                                                                                                           by the same neutrality of abyss
                                                                          





                    NOTHING
                             of the memorable crisis
                                           where the event
                                                matured            accomplished in sight of all non-existent
                                                                                                                                                             human outcomes
                                                                                                                 WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE
                                                                                                               a commonplace elevation pours out absence
                                                                                                                                      BUT THE PLACE
                                                                                    some lapping below as if to scatter the empty act
                                                                                                                                     abruptly that otherwise
                                                                                                                              by its falsity
                                                                                                                                                would have plumbed
                                                                                                                                             perdition
                                                                                    in this region
                                                                                                                       of waves
                                                                                                                                         in which all reality dissolves
                                                                          



EXCEPT
                 at the altitude
                                    PERHAPS
                                                         as far as a place       fuses with beyond
                                                                                                                                        outside the interest
                                                                                                                                 signalled regarding it
                                                                                                                                                                   in general
                                                                                                          in accord with such obliquity through such declination
                                                                                                                                                                      of fire
                                                                                                                 towards
                                                                                                                      what must be
                                                                                                                            the Wain also North
                                                                                                                                        A CONSTELLATION
                                                                                                                          cold with neglect and desuetude
                                                                                                                                                                   not so much though
                                                                                                                                                            that it fails to enumerate
                                                                                                                           on some vacant and superior surface
                                                                                                                                                         the consecutive clash
                                                                                                                                                                           sidereally
                                                                                                                       of a final account in formation
                                                                                                      attending
                                                                                                                    doubting
                                                                                                                                    rolling
                                                                                                                                                  shining and meditating
                                                                                                                                                         before stopping
                                                                                                                                     at some last point that crowns it

                                                                                                                                       All Thought expresses a Throw of the Dice

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