Kathy Acker Quote

Who, if I cried out, would hear me amongthe angels?I know the answer:no one.Tell me: from where does love come?An angel is sitting on my face. To whom can I run?Take me in your arms, death,I'm so scared;do anything to me that will make me safewhile I kick my heels and shout out in total fear,while we hurtle through your cragsto where it's blacker:Orpheus' head eaten by rats,what's left of the world scatters,in the Lethe the poet's hairs,below where there's no ground, downinto your hole, because you want me to eat your sperm. Death. I know.Every angel is terrifying.Because of this, because I have met death,I must keep my death in me,gently,and yet go on living.Because of this, because I have met my death,I give myself birth.Remember that Persephoneraped by Hadesthen by him broughtinto the Kingdom of Deaththere gave birthto Dionysius.You were the terrorized child,Mother,Now be no more.Requiat in pacem.Tell me: from where does love come?Emerging at last from violent insightSing out in jubilation and in praise.to the angels who terrified away the night.Let not one stringof my forever-child's heart and cunt fail to sing.Open up this body half in the realm of life, half in deathand give breathe.For to breathe is always to pray.You language where language goes away.You were the terrorized child,Mother,Be no more.Requiat in pacem.