Botched

Today – the day has failed, it’s all over, nothing can begin. Today – over at once, botched, you’ll do nothing today. Did you think to make some advance here, to invent some new way of writing, some new way of saying the same? Did you think to make a success of failure, to find hope in recording the botched, in writing, in  a new way: the day is botched, and nothing can begin? To make a beginning of non-beginning, to lodge yourself in an event which will not come to term?

Botched – the day is ruined. No: the day is ruin; today is the ruin of all days, today is the ruination of all days, their coming apart, their failing. Today I will fail – but today you have always failed; this day is always the last day and the very last. The last day – but no new day is coming. No new day announces itself. Fail then. Your day is ruined. Fail again, fail as you have always failed. But succeed as you redouble this failure in writing. Succeed as you record what is botched, what cannot come to term.