(1) And it Began with one smudged Word: Soufflé (es) in Souffléur
(2) The Blattoidious City:--------------àa
Clustering yet Retracting Space; where each Step, each Face and Sensation, is a
Vacuum of
the Notes for a Bubba-Sized Blighter
(3) And Lordy, how we’re Cauterized by Efficacy
(4) In Other
Words:-----------àThat Time (-ab) away
(5) The
Greatest Events of Bitterness, grow throughout the Night
(6) Pertaining
to your Plutonious Pie
(7) Cupidity
is a part of my Dirdity
(8) And the
Question arises: ‘Am I being Sincere?’----------àEh, tell it
to Chicago, where Harm’s Upheaval points us to
(9) No matter: The Meat is Mien is scrumptiously
Scrupulous and Mine
(10) Why I ought to read more Izsus: because he calls Writing
“the (re)imago of the unexchangeable,” what “makes us believe there
are
things in the world that are not for Others, but rather, solely for one’s own
Abuse, alone. On behalf of the
unexchangeable,
Writing must awaken a critical Aggression toward the World of
exchangeable things that have been taken ahold of by Others, for
Others, sold to Others.”
(11) “But Ma, I ain’t going out in that Shit—[!]”
(12) Oh, but the long Grass clinging to your Thighs and I: ‘Oh My’….”
(13) In Other
Words:------------à“Ahem, Oh Oi Moi …”
(14) I had
Longed to Live in a Cluttered Province, where my Words could be, as if, sucked
into a Vacuum and in turn, Spun around,
unleashed, as in, Shot-Out, so to Hit,
the Outline, of every Face, that was, that is, or Are
(15) The most important Intimacies shared between two People,
makes no Commotion on (‘the-err’) first taking Place, nor indeed in
how (“Ow…”)
their Effects come-in deep to the
Bones from the Mouth, the Skin, and yes, I admit, I’m Sledged by the Sauce of
Secrecy.
(16) For: it is a Concussion, or the bull-rushing together of two Bodies which seek to fill a
Vacuum. The Great Intimacies, for which
they have prepared (peppered) the way, produce an (internal) Explosion,
inverting what gradually requires a Body to be suddenly
filled; as a coming-together; it takes the place of a
Silence, and it Becomes a Horror that is Whispered throughout my
Neighborhood,
at Night.
(17) Thus: Refusing to Assume the Subject’s Position, meaning: I am in the thrōs of (my own) Opposition
which is the exact
Opposite of “making-meaning” for the apparent lack of
the Object is the Desolution of a
Subject, in other words: I am Disposed
amongst:
What is the Which one Whiching in What—[?]
(18) “Your Body was merely a Footnote, until the Time that it
will Begin to Grow-to-Become a
Volume.”
(19) For there shall be no Finality to *this
(20) However,
Sincerely: I
was, and will always be, in Another’s Presence: a Timid Farter
