the black moon

by Rachel Lynch in


"We went to bed at dawn and got up just as it was darkening. We lived in black holes with drawn curtains, we ate from black plates, we read from black books. We looked out of the black hole of our life into the black hole of the world. The sun was permanently blacked out, as though to aid us in our continuous internecine strife. From sun we had mars, for moon saturn; We live permanently in the zenith of the underworld. The ear had ceased to revolve and through the hole in the sky above us there hung the black star which bat laughter which made the neighbors shudder, now and then we sang, delirious, off key, full tremor. We were locked in thought the long dark night of the soul, a period of immense surreal time which began and ended in the manner of an eclipse"