Outside Is the Living Room

Blue Iced Pooh — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 16:18:30 +0000

At any time of day, the curb can be ergonomic. When the sun-dried wooden bench is too old to carry the belly and the buttock, it is given to the antique pots. The pots sit on the resurrected bench, now in firewood form.

At this time of the day, the curb is witness

to the red horse
to the kara-oke audience
to the washload
to the barefoot children
to the parked wheels
to the living dead

Here Only A Somnambulist

Blue Iced Pooh — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 11:33:31 +0000

A sleep is a disclaimer against the conscious, because closed eyes cannot be accused of seeing nor half closed minds of knowing fully. What is disclaimed is consciousness of knowing who or what. All pronouns are All Persons Fictitious. It is a somnambulist’s lame excuse. And I (here, a person fictitious) create a sleep to perform what is sleepy language. So that, upon reading you (here, a person fictitious) cannot sue the dead or the sleeping. They (here, persons fictitious) have no person. They have no real capacity. If you find sense, it is only because you resist to sleep with me (all persons fictitious).

A sleep is essentially an episode of another sleep. If we find a fragment, we cannot claim to have seen an entirety. We only imagine it. We cannot claim to know what we merely imagine. We (here, persons fictitious) can only beget fiction. A sleep ends where it begins again. Every time it is beginning, and every time it is ending. So that a fragment is a process. It cannot claim to be whole. A sleep is a part of sleep.

A period is a blink. It does not equal wakefulness in the midst of sleep. It is only a hint at an ending that is really a beginning. It is perhaps a stirring or a shifting or a feeling of falling when sleeping. It only leads to more sleep. A blank after a period is a reminder to create yet another. In this sense, a sleep is necessarily incomplete.
- BIP

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Outside Is the Living Room

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