A number describing the speed and direction of an object’s motion

bergbruch in gehäusen
schaltet aus losen blättern
papier spaltet zwischen
axt und sporn
hasen als lebten
morgen regnen
abel fallen kerne
aus wolken als
schuttlos langsames licht

Karmakar shows just himself or representations of himself.

Why are his images so disturbing? Is it even possible to say or write this?

Do we have any logical insight, which helps us to express this affection?

Yes and No.

Yes, because we are challenged to make something with this strange tongue of Karmakar. It looks like everybody`s tongue. May be at bit thicker, lustful or fleshy than other tongues, but it is a tongue which everybody is familiar with, at least. At least everybody or nearly everybody has a tongue. Everybody uses this tongue eating, speaking, kissing.

But not everybody uses his tongue to caress and licker himself. This is analogic to Descartes.

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