A Discourse On Method


“A good dissonance, like a man.” — Charles Ives

A highly desirable impossibility.
Let language become its own agent.
A raw and naked act beyond the Self.
Evolutionary erasure of the poet.
Literature not as such, but as is.
The bare, true power of grammar.
Create an autonomy of Alphabet.
Take the eye away from the I.
Dispense with the greeting cards.
No more mindless murmurings.
And yet so many want to hear
only sweetest birds singing.
Put an arrow in the heart of it.
Allow the beautiful corpse
to speak from its own mouth,
to speak directly for itself.
Let all the canaries take wing.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.