Kimmo Rosenthal
The Gaze of Blanchot
(In appreciation of Maurice Blanchot)

Our obsessions
Compelled to wander
Continuing but not moving forward
Trying to capture the madness of the day
The absence of time descends across the threshold of the space of literature
Outside of oneself inside this vast landscape, here and yet nowhere, negating the visible world, trying to attain the forever unattainable
The words refusing to obey yet again, the writing destined to remain unfinished
With no possibility but to return once again
To this place without exit
The fractured territories
Inside us