Written On The Body

Thanks to Frida I opened this book again today while I was drinking my morning coffee. It’s been such a long time since I first read it. I just wanted to remember how it felt like and before I knew it I started reading it again. Bearing in my mind my current state, I know this is bad timing but I simply can’ t keep my hands away from a book that in the first page reads:

“You said, ‘I love you’. Why is that the most aboriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? ‘I love you’ is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it, we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them. I did worship them but now I am alone on a rock hewn out of my own body. .................................................................................
Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid. It is no conservationist love. It is a big game hunter and you are the game.”