In front of all mimetic company
let me chop apart
with my bare hands
this blurred forest,
he said
Barthes calls this 'looking embarrassed' for bravado or the degradation of erotic life or the occurrence in dreams of material from fairy tales or abbreviated telegram from a panicked soldier elephant in the room is the wall moving and is my thinking the drug that proves it
The ones I truly love know that all acts are acts of mentioning, all speaking starts "by the way..'
we need animals so we don't have to enter those woods
and ends by the way
we enter their words without them
(the clock's profile
the orientation of the parasols
the end of sides which die of omni-directional counting between the last hour and the first hour we are ours and we speak about it eloquently with our bare hands, how it's the instance that stammers, never the speaker toward whom the needs of space and time keep going )
