The next question will indubitably be better. Humor hidden in the ivy. Meaning absorbed by laughter. Dances circling around the root. Songs bent in the wind. Love stood upright in abandon. Voices with serious accents. Ancient roots exhumed. A powerful teaching wants to grow. An incommensurable destiny. Unaltered poetic intention. Passion with grafted endurance. Common people born from an ageless wound. A radical furrow. Waiting for truth. Painful reflections folding in on themselves. Origins and ciphers. Elastic suffusions assigned to the empirical. A pure exchange without prerogatives. What difference is there? Pure foundling. Choosing and submitting. A silent displacement of freedom. Bound to the situation, he is not himself. Delivered from experience. A question of gestation. Little by little. Painful articulations shattered the subject. History ruined in its own representation. An abyss opened and the poet flung himself in. Critical speculations bound to questions of possibility. Meditation destroyed by words. The bitter obstinacy of imaginary love. Infinitely wandering, the poet is mad. Victim of the root. Wisdom culminating in subjection. Freedom from injunction. A renounced verve. Inspired caprice. A teaching. The sleeper becomes aware and exchanges buried origins. The gravity of sense. Declaring war as adventure. A pagan land calling from beyond the empirical. The promise of proximity. Proclamation separates everything it receives. Forever ill at ease. Fragments take root. The outlaw, surrounded by commentaries, surrenders. Regain the realm. In the beginning poets made a difference. The irreducible opening becomes a question. Interrogate ruptures and accidents. Astonish by keeping still. Silence interrupts the original repetition. Weed out poetic imperatives. Dissimulated freedom and transcendental purity. The irony of turning. Negativity in the hermetic verb. There can be no simplicity. Rationalists oblivious to their inherent duplicity. Neither truthful nor sincere but equivocal. And clumsy. Not born but borrowed from God. The rigor of the desert. Whole communities separated from life. Words entrusted to the garden. Become men of vision. A displaced proximity. Anger emerging from a lost immediacy. Each anchoritic grain of sand. Reflection as separation of life and thought. Infinite, innumerable and vain. A respected mirage. Cauterize the poem with a red ribbon. Inaccessible and impenetrable. The vague estate between the cobblestones. Aphoristic solitude and the perilous silence. The title of one of my poems. Rejected flourishes besiege the infinite echo. A fragile dwelling built of letters. My tongue in strange relation to clitoral nomads. Unhappiness is the common root. Rectilinear resolutions always unfindable. Unwittingly invisible meditations. Labyrinths designed to limit footsteps. A humble outpost. The buzzing fly and the diaphanous element. I was born to wander, unarmed, through passageways. Go forth for the work. Tear apart the postulations. Contradict existence. Sacrifice the words. Consecrate the windowpane. Seek the unformulated. Sketch the untamed bird and the mischievous fish. Master the sands. Exchange everything.
