Une découverte au bazar du hasard, une dédicace à celui qui aime, à celui qui réfléchit et qui s’ouvre, à celui qui n’est pas qu’aimé et qui souffre et celui qui sera Papik… aux hommes de mon entourage, donc, et un hommage au poète prolétaire roumain…

  

  If there is love in general, I must above all love the one who is not the loved and it is in this very love that I make myself love like love and that the loved loves me as lover of love that I love as loved.

    By which, you must not take It that loves loves the loved but, on the contrary, that it is the loved who loves whom one loves all while loving oneself as love of a loved and that this loved loves by herself as the same loved and as this very loved.

    A love who would have to love the loved without being the very loved would be whom one does not love. The very loved would be whom one does not love.

    The loved

    whom I love has to love whom she loves; that is, whom she will love.

    Thus, in loving the lover or love, my beloved loves love in her lover, as far as she is herself the loved of the nonlover who loves.

    For the non-loved to be able to not be love and for her to be able to love the lover of non-love without the loved being the non-loved of love, it is necessary that she have to love herself the not-being-loved, it is necessary that she have to not love the non-lover of her love.

    And this very love who is the lover of the loved makes there be an attracted non-lover.

    This signifies not that my beloved loves whom she loves, but simply that she loves to love not loved love but loving love, attracting love, lovingly attracted by her lovingly loved lover.

    And it goes with this that for the attracted-attracting lover, to-love-the-one-not-the-loved is entirely attracted by the non-loved, the lover loving she who is not the attracting loved in the attracted mode of the loved non-loved, the not-to-love-the-non-loved is never loved but lovingly non-loved in an attracting love, love cannot be loved but as it is love of the loved even as only loving the adored non-loved.

    Thus, the loved loves what I love; that is, oneself, the adored.

    Only this loved must love a loved, who loves herself and who is attracted by her love to be loved by herself. When, in effect, the loved loves herself as not loving whom! love, she already loves whom she does not love, she loves the adored non-loved.

    It’s that, from the time of the attraction of the loved, the lover did not love only the loved but also the ardent non-loved.

    She whom I make myself non-love, I do only insofar as I do not love what she does not love what I love to rip open, but I make myself precisely not love a non-loved who makes herself not love what I have to love, that is, what I have to rip open in the ardent soul of its love.

    Only this double attraction of my beloved is what I love not to not love: or I make myself not love the loved and then the loved is love for me and I love and I love my love for her; in this case the loved ceases to be love for me; or the love does love my love for her and makes herself only be loved by my non-love for her but in this case I become love for me and she does not love her love beyond my love for her.

    Love is itself this non-love which I love.

    On the side of the love of the loved, the loved Is loved as the adored non-loved who loves me, the walls of her belly for ripping open axe walled in the center; on the side of the loved of love, the adored non-loved is loved like loved loved, for each love that I have to love is adored forever.

    However, this love fanned in its center which is my love to adore is not an opening in the wall but opening without wall.

    For this does not concern opening what is not open but rendering opening that which is only open; it concerns opening the open, rendering loving-attracting the loved to love and of fanning not the center of a belly but the hundred fanned winds beyond t
he ripping open walls.

    And it is from these winds fanned by the ripped-open non-belly of my beloved that the artificial golden age makes its attractions fabricated In the attracting-fabricating center of the love to love.

    As a matter of fact, the fabricated-fabricating attraction of the love to love was already there, but walled in the murmurs of the already-there.

    This is why the already-loved is no longer the already loved-there.

    But this always-loved, as love of my love, I love beyond the loved-there loves it inasmuch as she is anywhere; that is, as loved-everywhere-murmuring.

    As such she is and is not everywhere: soul-hole, belly whole, while the loved-there is not there and it is this not-there lovingly fanned which is the non-love of my love.

    To rip open everything is to empty the hole of her ripping open non-hole, not by rights of non-loved to empty—this loved-non-loved would send us back to the never-loving walled forever in her belly that I cannot empty and in which, precisely, it is nothing to speak properly since she loves whom she loves—but by rights of love to love everywhere and always in the hole of her soul fabricated like an adored and disturbing non-whole.

    Thus, it concerns the filling this adored non-whole with a hole to make a hole, to empty, to love, to disturb to murmur.

    But since this hole to make a hole is the loved forever and thus only one of the loveds, one has already said that it is in itself the empty to empty; for this empty to empty the empty of the loved being a loved, an emptied, it is properly holed just like that which has in itself the loved, the holed.

    In other terms, the loved is not the opposite of the loved to love but only the opposite of itself, the emptied; thus the loved is in herself the adored non-whole; or again she is not an opposite of the non-whole but is the hole of an empty to empty which fills the adored non whole like a whole.

    What remains, thus, is to replace the adored non whole with all the gold with air with soul with love, with all the winds fanned by love, with all the murmurs attracted against the walls, against the mothers, with all the anti-hole holes of our lovers.

 

 

Gherasim LUCA – Xtract from LOVED FOREVER