Thursday, August 17, 2006

nOT-bEING-iN-tHE-wORLD*

I awoke awaking: my throw-wheel stucco with wet (argil) and machinist’s oil, a dodgy reminder of life’s ambiguity. I am in the process, all things being processes, of setting up a payment schedule with my alma mater for tuition arrears. Without an endorsed {authorized} copy of my transcripts I cannot complete my application to the Dominican Collage. I suppose, all things being suppositions, that Heidegger and Beckett will have to wait; Not-Being-In-The-World, I can’t see how this would unsettle them, or my alma mater for that mater.

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"Poetry is the short-circuiting of meaning between words, the impetuous regeneration of primordial myth". Bruno Schulz