… ecrire
Writing everything but writing, whether this meant to be truth, this self-referential piece, the architecture, joy, music,… among the multiplicity of writings, writing this simple writing, this initial metaphor, with obvious lack of vocabulary to build what’s here,
Writing without any vocabulary, without any ornament, with no ink no spectrum, with inspiration in pursuit of making, in pursuit of writing…
…thinking of the show, remembering Kundera’s tremendous articulation of that sexless moment, 'sex on the scene', erosion of that stunning one moment with the veneer of horn, palying among the others, seducing themselves more than the others. Can’t imagine this gives any satisfaction, even if you are into palying, not writing,
Anyways, I’m not a player, just a writer, writing every kiss not playing any, writing every word, every moment, every joy, every notion, the overlapping of realms, intermixture of one and every second, this ONE love, this resonance …
just writing…