coda | mark so
[30 xi 21
plop
In
this
common
time. It is
A
text
the limbs of
an organ-
ism
entailed in
the written words
of
one
text
beside another.
they neither converge
nor cancel out.
other
images.
in
sight
moving
upon
the
motion,
--the ac-
tion
reaching out
reads
something
into
the
face
mirror
of the room,
a written dialogue
unfolding word by word through
steps
and
turns
not seen or heard
here.
the
place from which
Something moves
[1 xii 21
suspended
in
"different business
sepa-
rated from
the
written
column
making
an
informal network
or
interchange of
differ-
ence."
This
one-sided
sitting
outside in the
room there
his car,
a city
blown off in
a little thought
"Listen
a change
hear
it. Now
Affection!
stabs the centre
with dreams;--
that
continue to
spin
or speak
copying the
code on sheets
Now and again
chance falling
where they
move
Here
beside
This city
in
words,
what
difference
apart from these
this view,
in fragment
arranged by
light
another
experience:
the
hand, sees
In
traces
that
unfold out of one another
down through
the intersection of two
opera-
tions.
but also separate from
these). In
this space
linking one to
the other
which
now
transpires.
over there,
To reach for something else
[3 xii 21
language
as
words
on the
mirror:
the remainder of this
past,
and
re-
ality
all
huddled
intensities
waved
into something
flat.
to
transcribe,
events. The facts at hand--
a
pre-
text
itself. A related ex-
perience
from the other side
to
hear
a space
which words
multiply
Describing
the
writing,
playing out on the
surface,
the oceanic
rim.
a
reader can inhabit
paging through
finding
room here
spread
around,
a weak text,
to
capture
the untold
everything at hand.
in life
Another
underworld.
ever-diminishing
as
footnotes."
[4 xii 21
in
a series
That
thread
the
landscape,
"indications of
possible
connection
in
broken
actions,
that
fell from the sky
surfaced
in
living
in turn
listed under
turning
bodies
looking
for
landscapes,
also still,
fugitive
"day"
so clouded
in
parts
a community in
This note
this
world
turned out
by
con-
nection. There
the line from
visible
lines
joined
briefly in
words,
mixed.
with
light,
Sometimes
in the
mirror
running
so
deeply into
one
another
[5 xii 21
a
communication, where language is
a harbinger of literature
that
opens
in
words
and
their
origin
this
inexhaustible
book
The contents of
loss
itself.
down my
fingers,
and
time
interrupted
no
shape but
The lack
surrounding it
begun
behind that
reverie,
still
there
in all
books,
something else.
That other thing
not
invented,
silence;
saved
from speaking,
writing out
through
This background
with
empty
foot-
age where something
clouds
the
page
One must return to
and read
in
disappointing photo-
graphs
[6 xii 21
lines,
among
a
changed situa-
tion
supplanted,
and
time
something more con-
crete
along (the
bones
some-
thing,
projected
in place), the
line
continuing
under
the
Voice
a short time,
before
this local
commu-
nity.
said
and
passed through
some lengths
enacted.
here all these
on our side,
How-
ever. Instead
[7 xii 21
leave aside,
the moment,
today's
discourse
released into
that sense,
and almost nothing more
subject to
the
book
used
painstakingly,
a time.
already
in that
impression
ad-
mitting only
these
grisaille
mnemonic
advances,
one step
ahead of the
date
mark that spread
beyond
speaking.
something less than partial,
situates
illustrations in an interior
compressing
space.
movement, sound, time in all its alter-
ations,
taking one step
after another, and
one aspect, one side,
remains hidden,
before
This lack,
a pile of
text
and something fundamental:
A dream
of something that was,
suspended
before
a script
like a secret.
enveloped in
the margin,
before us
what is im-
portant is the
script
which moves
along the line
in
heterogeneous
literature,
in all
which
ceased
[8 xii 21
This
part
from
within
other words, the time
that
remained obscure
another
evening,
divided.
action,"
under the
words," and
this
system)
subtle, even tortured.
as a
form
interrupting.
fingers.
and the
day
a long
overthrow
here
overthrow
the matter. There
in the
line, there
as
there had been
in past,
ac-
tions
collecting from each
part
"no
line,"
almost
"Nothing,"
that arises
from
this time
unfolding, of which each aspect is unique
and unrepeatable,
the banal
plastic values, indepen-
dent
associations that surround it.
down
the
account
written
in flight.
[11 xii 21
inserting
into the
present day
a
hidden reality
this trace that keeps
light
a
rhythm or impulse.
not
present
a pencil
sketch
this kind of
box with
light
tactile
and so remote,
an impression
of a tactile experience,
bathing
in the strange, almost
light
touched
inside
the
written
hallucination,
in which
others also play a part.
under an intermission
part
of another mirror,
manifold
and
open
once again
seen to diverge,
in
words, built into the mirror
emerging."
in
being broken,
"That
action
is here today,"
and
a kind of gathering,"
[12 xii 21
compressed
and
everywhere at once.
hurt-
tling over the present
In
books;
uncoupled
to become
this
written complement,
of the day.
where the work occurs.
it will belong to some
form
and leave
this
function
to create
place
in circulation.
a
literature as
practice
between the
mysterious and sugges-
tive
movements.
in
form.
explosions
down; there
barely remained
placing
This
residual
future,
[18 xii 21
coffee,
the
rain,
blowing
bits of
mirror
talking in a general way
and
si-
lence
before,
a reflection on
this
subtext,
responding, there
"In any event
there
are no clean choices."
fingers
on the
table.
and the
list.
con-
tinuing
between the day
and
certain familiar words and phrases
again possible
onetime
in
two-track
keeping
touch with
breaking
in
turn
down
in what they are
involved in making
There
the little
Nothing was hap-
pening
between
the Left and
the Right
in
the courtyard of the
exercise. "There are
choices
built into
the various
elements
turning
this
page
in the
room...
returned to
and
overturned
down
in
letters
which stood for
this
moment
a few minutes.
reading
materializing and dematerializing sideways,
an inner
exchange
remain-
ing
fixed
in
the
desultory
rhythm
incorporated into the
day,
and later
the
ac-
tion,"
[19 xii 21
it has begun to make sense; among other
things,
in
a certain shared atmosphere, which is
coexistence
a
moment that
spreads itself out as
the small active part of
all the rest
This--
and these
margins.
the other hand,
making an effort to
fall into.
it
the contrary:
quality,
time, begins to take part in
its noisiest
future becoming
smooth and flat
the dimen-
sion of
what
props up
intelligible,
objects
or degrades them,
emerges. In this way,
by
delicate archeological labor
at any
moment
as it
becomes contiguous with its perception
no
(temporal) gap
but
one
of shrunken
space,
facing
the
...outside
selection and
proliferation.
what will
remain is
a
passage of time
in
words,
--it is writ-
ing its own
time to pass.
[20 xii 21
Monday
This
touch,
airing
time
on the
wall,
reading
this
be-
fore
looking back though the
light into
darkness,
not yet
the script
left
a minute
on its own, a way of speaking, later
become
illuminations
the city of
places
down the
in-
terior
countryside
casting
the
framework
In
language
"the
quiet
world."
breaking
Today,
fallen.
or
merely one further
in
the
hand,
this current ease.
long-awaited
of
picking up a pencil
and writing
and everything
This reflects,
Perhaps the facts
and
parts
unthinkable
[21 xii 21
a kind of poetry, which
makes nothing happen.
outside,
more poetry, another
expression of the same collective
experience
overlooking
something more specific,
a discor-
dant note in whatever message
something not
discarded
but,
turned
in,
by
hand
a diversion of en-
ergy
from
another mirror
as he sat
watching
the evening
through
a window by
the dinner table,
overlooking
the interior,
as
long time
fell from the sky
palm down
here.
[22 xii 21
against
these
books
with
no effort:
removed from
the
surrounding
description. More than
itself:
that first rung,
hanging
from
the moment, un-
der the
example--a form of "whatever"--
latent in
proliferation.
It opens
its own way
into
comprehension;
this
written
har-
mony,
which we can read today as
a formula for
literature
the open sesame
to
some kind of
belonging.
--a combination of
causes--
one or two a day,
embedded in
faces
of
fugitive
sky
so favorable to
the emergence of all
possibilities
in the for-
mulation of
the surface
from
blank,
permanent gestation.
that magma of
surface
emerging
in
lit-
erature,
a presence
[23 xii 21
projected
temporarily
as
thoughts
sank
abandoned
to coincide.
another way
an afternoon
in
a
tone
midway through
another
periodically suggested
on its many
fronts
an unexceptional
advance
into the
room
between the
two
and the rest
a
step.
this configu-
ration
after the
day.
in
part.
open-
ing
space. And,
again
a silence
between the
room
and
part of the
back-
ground
a voice
between the two
escorted back
into the
light
midway through
[24 xii 21
one piece of a conglom-
erate
in
that marginal apparatus
more densely populated,
because
incomplete
the
moment
can incorporate everything around it;
the door has
opened
again.
explicitly part of
This
afterwards
endlessly
inseparable
and ready-
made,
whatever,
found.
came to be,
in
words).
written by others,
composed
notes,
in shaky handwriting and
syntax.
ac-
companying
literature
a material made
from
time,
its own past,
the
visible trace of
hand.
in oceans
of
shared
experiences
moving
and
turning
through
the
word,
as in the
world
the same
part
that
element
living
here:
[25 xii 21
the past
Dimin-
ishing
in
minor and marginal advances.
this
field that opens in
itself
there
were two, but they were
one, and
everything was
found
there
in
the
available
details.
add a tiny fraction
to
that
free space to continue,
an atomization
and
room
among
remains encapsulated in
the present
shifting notions
and, later,
descending
the day's
minutes.
side by side,
stopping
mid-sentence.
talking
piece of
field
and
Their memory of
time
midway through
the line
"disengaged from
itself: here
mired in
the larger
picture.
a
dropped stitch,
that came to light.
this,
by which we
grasp
the ineffable
part
in shifts
less than entirely present,
then
the
word
midway through
many things
and
"the
line
laying the groundwork, building
time,
forward.
in
an
acquired
vocabulary of unattributable
smoke,
the subtext
and heart
held
in
other parts
drawn. In other seasons
it
left a certain residue on the board
[26 xii 21
trailing
the narrowness of the
street,
lines
crowded with light.
Turning
behind
reading
still alive--
in half-
light,
distorted by the short distance
making
the background
obscure and
leaving the line to
the
world,
another.
room,
floppy leaves.
sway-
ing momentarily in
Reading
and
others,
their sameness repeated one hundred times
over,
come together again,
Today,
casting small shade.
into an afterlife of
chance,
rain,
wind
words and
phrases.
tracing over
the shapes
bearing the
text.
each day,
taking on the syntax
a while
disappeared into
words,
only a glance, in the fact
broken down within
an imposed time
stepping
slightly out of line before
fold-
ing
back in.
the background.
From within it,
the world
--and these
transcribed,
ef-
fects
gener-
ated
within
narrative experience,
made available
as stimulus.
As the afternoon turned to
evening
a
line
shifting from
foot to foot,
in the deepening dusk
the next
line,
said nothing
[31 xii 21
life
at a table
seeing the figures
that constantly filed past.
and
momentarily
the sky
every day
sitting
slowly
down
over
notebooks.
a casual conver-
sation. Soon they both moved
in turn;
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