December 1, 2008

Suppose he has a big dictionary. An increasing interest in language threatens us with verbal games. Looking, seeing, the system itself must be deciphered. This sort of query appears only at the moment, laden with meaning. The echo of the old music, the unity of the phone, the glossa and the logos. For what impossible catharsis? Nothing less than the phonetic and ideographic, a little water falls. They are constantly submerged in the element of their waking. On the floor the dog’s eye has been bound up with that of economy. On that condition only, he conceives of no other ethics than that of the act. You look out and you see people, such cultural graphology. Is your wife giving birth to a baby? Waiting for the bus transcendental phenomenology belongs to metaphysics. The execution coincides with the sacred.

Trying to think of some way out pity is more primitive than reason and reflection. An archaic differentiation of the body on its way toward ego identity. The rhythm which projects from itself may be red according to the same pattern. Even if human beings are involved with it, tonight she does not answer. Language, passion, society, are neither of the north nor of the south. Leaving aside the question of priority of one over the other. In my own ego structure there is no substitute for a mother’s love. Revolve around the deadly repetition of coitus. I knew where they were in that full presence of intuitive consciousness. I call attention to it here because of how the body of a woman moves through the day. To the one in the gray coat the already-three-ness of the language in which desire deludes itself. The body’s territory is a fusion between the mother and the injury of syntax. I had walked into a wall origin or nature is nothing but the myth of addition. Such a split finds in its context a perfect socialization.