All My People

Essay in Embryo #3

Q: Who is your audience?

A: I don’t know–their faces are blurry at the moment.

If anyone has ears to hear, let him hear. – Mark 4:23

Q: Is your book for a Christian audience, or…something else not Christian?
A: I don’t think that’s fair.

Q: Don’t get mad! Who do you think I am?!

“But what about you?” he asked. “Who do you say I am?” – Mark 8:29

Q: Why do you use Bible verses if you’re not just aiming at Christians? It makes me feel guilty for not understanding what you mean!
A: Then, I think you get it.

Q: Get what?
A: The fact that guilt is a fence that keeps an audience hemmed, quiet.

Q: And calm?
A: Never calm.

Q: So, what does an audience without a voice look like?
A: Sleepers. Sleep-talkers. Sleep-walkers. Sleep-stalkers. Stalking sleep, as if it was something you can’t catch, something that evades you at every turn by leaving pamphlets on death and birth, that death is the miracle, not birth, that birth means you can’t sleep, because of the voices, because of the Voices, the Voice, your voice, the vices, your vices, the vice of not being able to close your eyes, but of simultaneously being blind, because what is the difference between the dark silence of eyes-open and the dark silence of eyes-shut?

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About bp

I'm writing a book. It's called, Wake, Sleeper. My writing revolves around this idea of art: attempts to recover what is lost.
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2 Responses to All My People

  1. Andrea says:

    “Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves, were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt.” – Nietzsche.

    I think there was a more apropos post for this quote but I lost it.

  2. bp says:

    Apropos indeed! So, to make an addendum in light of your great point: guilt is an invisible fence. Let’s just hope it’s not electric, too.

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