Reading Dan Kozak's "Death and the Lady'Chylde"
When you read this book, you will empathize with his loss, his suffering, but more than that will happen. Its footsteps will breathe into you. Its rhythm will encircle your body and your memories. This collection to me is about the movement - movement in a gut wrenching vacuum of loss - but make no mistake, there is a torchlight that escapes, whether he realizes it or not, and it is his strength.
I found myself forced to face the times that will never happen, the individuals that will never become. I felt the heat of tears, but I could not weep; it was suffocating.
My gratitude to Kozak for pulling me through - and death pulls us through too. So much belongs to death. It pulls us and it pulls things through us. Death is our metabolism, the only thing that counts.
In "(The) Only Reality" he says, "Only death is real."
Later in the empty hours of the night that I read this book, I feel clarity, perhaps wrongly, but grief subsiding - The weight of this soundless music that has pressed down on my chest, the sound of machines working into night, unmanned, denied steam and electricity - ghostly machines now.
I ask myself, are we consumed by the Being (Death) or in tune with it?
I ask, what have I become and where have my friends gone?
I recall that image of Burroughs, "Life Is a Killer."
I realize that part of what I owe (I wake every morning with a terrible feeling of the debt I had grown so long ago), is probably a part of what he owes as well.
The arrangements of the words on the page, like a spell or a code, the utterness of it a chant. http://www.lulu.com/shop/dan-kozak/death-and-the-ladychylde/paperback/product-24258489.html