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As I stretch and bend. Images for nowhere. Not finding. And so on. Notes. Undirected speaking at self instead of Other. Cleaning glasses. Pick up sticks. Associative words. Not carving much of. And elsewise. Activity. Suggesting things. Actions. Or others. Words. The world of words. The other world. Is it possible to bring what is expressed in Words into practice? What is alluded to. What is suggested, instructed, what is dreamed. What of the world without photographs or written words?
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So everything is ready:
ready for the journey to Purgatory,
the journey to the land of black and white...
The last remaining area of imperfection seems to disappear;
the perfect work of not-being,
a beautiful poem, monochrome and illegible.
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-- J-M. G. LeClezio
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