martin firrell

incidentally

december 2005

south bank centre london

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incidentally
it is fear of death
that keeps us acquiescent

incidentally
anything that isn't this
is probably heaven

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the will to achieve something
but the object is always obscure

incidentally
infatuation makes everything
wonderfully purposeful

incidentally
the sweep of time that bound us:
buried now or sent up in flames

incidentally
this is blood
text is blood

incidentally
a desperate loving acquiesence:
with lovers, friends

incidentally
the price of freedom
is your isolation

incidentally
the only possible failure
is to hand yourself over
to forces less than yourself

incidentally
a voluptuous yearning for
that particular terror, isolation

incidentally
the real enemy
is fear

incidentally
information
sets us free