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Wild eyes were another sign. It is something I have seldom seen the expression of an ecstatic state though much is foolishly written of them, as if they grew like Jerusalem artichokes along the road. The eyes are black, right enough, whatever their normal color is; they are black because their perception is condensed to a coal, because the touch and taste and perfume of the lover, the outcry of a dirty word, a welcome river, have been reduced in the heat of passion to a black ash, and this unburnt residue of oxidation, this calyx, replaces the pupil so it no longer receives but sends, and every hair is on end, though perhaps only outspread on a pillow, and the nostrils are flared, mouth agape, cheeks sucked so the whole face seems as squeezed as a juiced fruit; I know, for once Lou went into that wildness while we were absorbing one another, trying to kiss, not merely forcefully, not the skull of our skeleton, but the skull and all the bones on which the essential self is hung, kiss so the shape of the soul is stirred too, that's what is called the ultimate French, the furtherest fuck, when a cock makes a concept cry out and climax; I know, for more than once, though not often, I shuddered into that other region, when a mouth drew me through its generosity into the realm of unravel, and every sensation lay extended as a lake, every tie was loosed, and the glue of things dissolved. I knew I wore the wild look then. The greatest gift you can give another human being is to let them warm you till, in passing beyond pleasure, your defenses fall, your ego surrenders, its structure melts, its towers topple, lies, fancies, vanities, blow away in no wind, and you return, not to the clay you came from the unfired vessel but to the original moment of inspiration, when you were the unabbreviated breath of God. William H. Gass, The Tunnel

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Wild

eyes

were

another

sign



It

is

something

I

have

seldom

seen



the

expression

of

an

ecstatic

state



though

much

is

foolishly

written

of

them



as

if

they

grew

like

Jerusalem

artichokes

along

the

road



The

eyes

are

black



right

enough



whatever

their

normal

color

is



they

are

black

because

their

perception

is

condensed

to

a

coal



because

the

touch

and

taste

and

perfume

of

the

lover



the

outcry

of

a

dirty

word



a

welcome

river



have

been

reduced

in

the

heat

of

passion

to

a

black

ash



and

this

unburnt

residue

of

oxidation



this

calyx



replaces

the

pupil

so

it

no

longer

receives

but

sends



and

every

hair

is

on

end



though

perhaps

only

outspread

on

a

pillow



and

the

nostrils

are

flared



mouth

agape



cheeks

sucked

so

the

whole

face

seems

as

squeezed

as

a

juiced

fruit



I

know



for

once

Lou

went

into

that

wildness

while

we

were

absorbing

one

another



trying

to

kiss



not

merely

forcefully



not

the

skull

of

our

skeleton



but

the

skull

and

all

the

bones

on

which

the

essential

self

is

hung



kiss

so

the

shape

of

the

soul

is

stirred

too



that

s

what

is

called

the

ultimate

French



the

furtherest

fuck



when

a

cock

makes

a

concept

cry

out

and

climax



I

know



for

more

than

once



though

not

often



I

shuddered

into

that

other

region



when

a

mouth

drew

me

through

its

generosity

into

the

realm

of

unravel



and

every

sensation

lay

extended

as

a

lake



every

tie

was

loosed



and

the

glue

of

things

dissolved



I

knew

I

wore

the

wild

look

then



The

greatest

gift

you

can

give

another

human

being

is

to

let

them

warm

you

till



in

passing

beyond

pleasure



your

defenses

fall



your

ego

surrenders



its

structure

melts



its

towers

topple



lies



fancies



vanities



blow

away

in

no

wind



and

you

return



not

to

the

clay

you

came

from



the

unfired

vessel



but

to

the

original

moment

of

inspiration



when

you

were

the

unabbreviated

breath

of

God



William

H



Gass



The

Tunnel



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