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‘All writing accepts its time, its time’s rhythm, lets it permeate—as when taking a train or riding horseback—’ Edmond Jabès ‘The Book of Resemblances’

Swaying with the straightness

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greenhouse glassheat time

that allows you to travel

with your back to the future

The rhythm of suspension

…

even as it moves unerringly

from second to second

Time full of trees

that takes the leaving behind with you

so that what endlessly recedes

…

appears [simultaneously]

to come along keep pace

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Traintime in which all your

procrastinations can fall and bear fruit

The eel bears no angst along the river of becoming

The head shake is our hand shake

The dangerous game of feeling

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Feel the dot to dot inclusion of emotion on the banks of unequal rivers

Reel in the headlong plunge of unknowable fish

Ellipse … Eclipse

Ich markiere eines durch …

ein anderes mittels __

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Eines ist ein Zeichen, das andere auch, allerdings ein Zeichen, dafür, dass ich nicht das rechte Zeichen finde.
… verbinde ich mit Worten, Namen, Helden (Ritter, deren Geschichten, sich wie Schrauben  lösen und anziehen lassen);
__ mit Worten, Fragen, die Spannungen auslösen oder Gelassenheit verleihen.

Turing, Kues, Spinoza, Jabès, Duchamp: Namen, die auf Werke verweisen, auf das das Jahr 1912,  und damit auf mindestens zwei Weisen, Maschinen zu verwenden:

Um zu herrschen;
um sich einer Herrschaft zu fügen.

1 I (T) v 1 – (T)
2 I (U) v 2 – (U)
3 I (R) v 3 – (R)
…

Today the book was published. It said, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. It said, objects in motion tend to remain in motion. It said, the force of gravitational attraction between two bodies decreases with increasing distance between them as the inverse of the square of that distance, so if the distance is doubled, the force is down by a factor of four. It said what lovers have always known. You moved steadily speedily in a straight line towards me. Natural horizontal motion. You went away. Natural accelerated motion. You couldn’t get away fast enough. Acceleration means a body is being acted upon by a force. Your body, what force on earth could induce it to stay?  Today the earth is furthest from the sun. Six months ago they were five million kilometres closer. And so, my dearest, were we.

Waiting is no stranger for traders dark & lovely.
In the zone of exception the slide carousel plays itself,
mythological time passes through Draco the flight path
of insatiable beauty. Pink bubble-gum faces of Showroom Girls
eye-candy for the deleted. Lacrosse. Onyx. Such beautiful words
such a terrible city where bends make privacy possible. No matter
how different you are “My name is…” is how you begin. He will fly
inwardly and produce new molecules. We will be identical except she’ll
be a boy and I’ll be a girl. Album in Latin meant blank. In this compendium
of secrets this genealogy of the contrived nothing is stolen not even the scorpion
in the whorl of his hair.

Misreading buses as abuses like misreading files as flies
and imitation as intimation. With the mind’s either-or
addition-subtraction what mayhem transpires! Inanimate
paper grows a hundred eyes, refuses to be killed no matter
how expertly you swat it. Wheels carry bruises the colour
of words from stop to stop. The child of ink becomes
the ghost of you. In an office somewhere hundreds of clerks
are cataloguing flies with manic boredom. Abuses are running
late, breaking down. Intimation-leather is catching on
without the slightest hint of faux pas. On and off
the brain switches wires, not short-circuiting, recognizing
in this other system of signs the first-the last facticity.