ONION SPIRIT, ACT II
Francesco Snote

What is a spirit?
What is an onion?
A spirit is a window.
Sometimes closed, often open.
But also locked, broken, fragile.
An onion?
It’s summer turning into winter, winter turning into summer.
So, it’s autumn and spring.
It’s the transition from one state to another.
It’s a succession of layers.
It opens like flowers opening and closes like flowers closing.
What are flowers?
Perhaps a crisis of poetry, a truth.
Perhaps it’s the unbearable uncertainty of resemblance that confuses each era and distorts “the movement in pure nothingness, suspended in a kind of diaphanous limbo between not-yet-being and no-longer-being.”