February 2012
19 posts
Could it be that everything that is is just a funny after-taste? That brings us to the terrible question of what is funny. Certainly the body hanging down or bobbing is funny, and perhaps too any sounds associated with the noticing of it. But these sounds—that’s a different kind of funny. And those sounds get stuck on themselves eventually. Then a meal with no after-taste seems...
Ideas protrude. They are less false than what they protrude into—the so-called “nature.” They’re less false only because they’re hauled, and the hauler can still be suspicioned in their protruding. There is no actual hauler, of course, but in his absence we can nevertheless feel the way the gigantic bed keeps itself clean. When it’s really clean it writes...