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If experience requires entry into language, then we cannot experience death, for language ceases. There is no remnant.
We who are lost love you to in each.
Look up for the stars. Where light meets earth, the land rolls back to ache of verges but do not with it turn.
In one ear the anthropologist (daughter): how are you? meaning: stay alive.
In the other the artist (mother): I don't know. meaning: prepare to die, and transmit.
In us they are the sign of the whole.
this responsibility for the death of my (m)other, is
a significance so irreducible that it is from it that the meaning of
death may be understood.
Responsibility here is no dictate but all the gravity of love of the
neighbour upon which the congenital meaning of that word love
rests and which every literary form of its sublimation or profanation
(I, je, eu) presupposes.
Thanks to Lana Turner, Eleven Eleven, The Nation, LIT Magazine (USA), Critical Quarterly (UK), Beautiful Outlaw Press, no press, The Capilano Review, cv2, Rhubarb and Centre A Gallery (Canada).
is speech a subject's very constitution and assembly, which then makes experience possible.
Numeration comes from 1 and 2, not 0 and 1. The 2 is silence, unanswerable without the 1.
How: a means. Are: exist. You: subject, other?
Experience appears in this world as a birth. A birth which takes as assistants sky and earth and the water and wood and mountains and the clouds. Experience does not come out of the mind or imagination but from a deep and irrecusable need. It rents the entire person.
There are persons who can speak no more, whose very names have vanished. Yet a name excised from the verge where it once lived still casts its sound on all who sleep there and enters their throats.
Some people come from nowhere.
A mother is the unmemntioable boundary
that can never come fully clear.
There were cries, screech , it weep.
The rest weep from we, who emerge.
There was one wall of weeping. And we have parted with you.
For if thought that exceeds what has yet been
thought were not possible, the infinite would not be possible, and self/
itself or subjectivity its intermediary transcendence/ incendiary.
On the date before the date, time reverses.
