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Who are we writing ?

...then the question poses itself, which dead? I m thinking along the lines of Genet who suggested (to Roger Blin) that his play, the Screens, be performed in a cemetery, and he had come to this angle, at least, in part, from his viewing, his 'reading' of Giacometti's statues... how they might best be seen on earth, seeing from the earth, from the earth , or seen in the cemetery, ...

from the earth .


what is a book for? for one dead, some one no more,
no longer present. absence, dead, long gone, Kimo Sabe?
exotic quilts of deathly bed spreads? those whose bodies
never appear, appear, 'appear' before us, a pair,
a pair before. a pear, a for us, us.

writing for the dead. as in the dead authors, and living texts of their death?

how does one write for the dead,to what tradition do you belong, in which convention , do you write?


is there a convolution of tradition to difference that has worked its thread from being to non-being to becoming. what does it mean to become a text? is matter a text? what is the
subjective voice, what does it mean to a "dead" ( I don't like the word dead , its so earthy, its reeks of rank of dirt, of earth, O earth, I taste your eyes, I taste_taste) author whose eyes are on heaven? where is the literal, and the literal symbolic of the text? is there a death, in this text, suggesting the simple lips of text, sextexting? I made a collage the other day of words from the cut-up techniques of W.S. Burroughs, and combined the cuts with others of my 'own' and others of others.... was it a text written to stir the death of others, their numb dumb guilt? I sent this montage of texts here speakin to itself, does a ghost speak to itself of the exotic intent of its owners? what is an owner, in text, of exotic desire, of body, simple pane of window, metaphor. what body is absence of desire is absent of text, is genre the bending knee of desire, as the literal is the symbolic of the symbolic? tropes that transumpt what you feel, reader, what field of play is suited to the practice of your theory, what stretch of "muscular" prose, hints at the question, its unfolding ,a word made cabbage, a word dress rose, a bouquet. Are the ones already deceased listening to the pomes you wrote and write as they beckon forth their dead,to sing their song, praises of their death, a text, mashing speakin to another sextext. what gender is a text, of gender and cock what gender is a cock, on a Sunday afternoon, there are those who seek the 'au naturel" a paradigm no one holds to anylonger. On th other hand, who is "no one?" I sent a text, a poem to the long absent one of a poem a past one from the present into the absence of their hearing and hearing my verse was a question, was a void a semblance of reality. End question, end doubt. End punctuation . of trying and speak.


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Okay, let us suppose. Suppose let us, a suppose, a sublime will to realize the post, a posture of real, the becoming nude, perhaps of a nude reclining. which naked mouth of enters the text, of tradition its far mothers speak. So then, suppose an error, a volition to tender the break. A break of tender pad, against the sublime thought of your age, a body. Rolls the tender. Tender, my Lord? Is ceased. echo of sublime authority of aural vocative.

You suppose combined, combinatoire. of heard English to say it speaks of your tongue, heart. Hearting hear hearing heart. heart of language heart pulse language. language go dock. language of stream mouth, to. pigeon pie the bald, of balkan docks. easy to count sticks in toes. of baking pie. and ebb neck.

So then, suppose a know, in its hearing, of rhythm gathered, necks beckoned.

'Kay then, take character, suppose a consciousness, with means, goals, deliveries to its end, what you name motive, plot, ingenuity, a bowl of flowers, on the table, her lap, a place to repose, her head in your , repose. a hand to the table of her palm. Venus lip up, her palm date. a fig tree.
gripping .

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