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.

Spoons the oracles of eating, objects that intuit hunger from the taste
of the tongue against their steel mouths. Hung from the ceiling
of a specific appetite for impossibles they are the green reflection
of a deserted bistro where only the machines hum their lonely song:
come back, hands, sweat, human agency, open us, close us, set us
in your service, desert us, count on us to keep singing to the green
melon on the counter, warming it with our intelligent voices
while we wait for the long afternoon to ripen.

Misreading computability as compatibility i.e. mistaking
computability for compatibility is reading compatibility
into computability with an eye that sees desire everywhere,
so that the statement compatible processes of physical law
explains how some limbs lock so well together
arms hair hollows made to receive protrusions synch like sound
and your smiling is recondite only to the stranger who does not see
real numbers are not compatible so that whole sensations
negative rational or irrational are merely fractions of recurrence
of longing without logic pressing against the limitation of compatibility
with every inch of the body that refuses separateness.

How a horse cell grows into a horse
is perhaps easier answered than how a horse-
laugh grows into an avalanche of assault. Or how being horse-
whipped only makes a child grow into a mule.
There is a science of laughing, which perhaps answers acutely
all questions of anxiety: did I laugh too loud, did she find my teeth horsy,
and perhaps tracks the growth of laugh-lines on the fertile ground
of your face. When skin loosens from bone like loose-jacketed oranges,
there is no reason to laugh. The smell of orange-peel encases the room
with well-being, inside are the doubts which we will spit out like seeds.

Turing I

Turing II

Sampurna Chattarji

IIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Ervinhas

(Erín Moure)

I I I I I I I I I I
I Gras/Gräschen/ervinha/grass
1 I I 2 R Gräser/Gräschen/ervinhas/grass

I [Die Möglichkeit, ein Gedicht zu schreiben, scheint kurz auf.]
1 – I 1R
Das ergibt:
Die Möglichkeit, ein Gedicht zu schreiben, scheint kurz auf.
Die Möglichkeit, ein Gedicht zu schreiben, scheint kurz auf.
Die Möglichkeit, ein Gedicht zu schreiben, scheint kurz auf.
Die Möglichkeit, ein Gedicht zu schreiben, scheint kurz auf.
Die Möglichkeit, ein Gedicht zu schreiben, scheint kurz auf.
Die Möglichkeit, ein Gedicht zu schreiben, scheint kurz auf.
…

e-poetry

Linien stabilisieren Unterscheidungen; Farben schaffen Internsitäten, die stabilisieren oder destabilisieren. Die Linie wäre damit apollinisch (wissenschaftlich-begrifflich-berechenbar), die Farbe dionysisch (berauschend-berauscht). Doch steht nicht fest, was dem Leben gemässer ist, denn wir wissen nicht, was das Leben, was leben ist, auch wenn wir leben.

Eine gezeichnete Linie ist ein Modell für ein mögliches Verhältnis zur Welt: Punkt für Punkt, Strich für Strich lässt sie einen Zusammenhang entstehen, der temporär Vertrauen suggeriert, indem er auf Bekanntes anspielt: Einen Kopf, Augenlöcher, Mundlöcher. Zugleich teilt die Zeichnung mit, dass dieses Vertrauen brüchig ist, weil es von uns selbst geschaffen ist und damit endlich ist (sich in die Elemente (Erde, Wasser, Luft) auflöst). Aber was bleibt uns übrig, als immer wieder zu versuchen, uns indem, was wir tun, einen Halt zu schaffen.

but the letters of each word, and how this alphabet, reused thousands and thousands of times in different combinations, slipped through our fingers like grains of sand. Thus we became aware of the infinite presence of the desert. (Edmond Jabès, transl. Waldrop)

que les lettres de chacun de ses mots et cet alphabet, mille et mille fois répéte dans un ordre différent, glisser de nos doigts comme grains de sable. Ainsi prîmes-nous conscience de la présence infinie du désert. (Edmond Jabès)