Life is not personal.
- Gilles Deleuze
OK, there's a redundancy . . . like a rabid dog biting itself . . .
This from a dream a while back, yes? . . .
An online virtuoso . . . nerdy affable obsessive
bopping along
leaves town without forwarding . . . without a word
as if the top of the woodshed blew off . . .
You enter the scene . . . soundtracked by an abandoned house . . .
if only . . . if only . . . if only . . .
But is it inconsequential? . . .
Doesn't it make a difference? . . .
Hasn't it made a difference? . . .
Not ready for prime time . . . not ready for the fall . . .
Why bother? . . .
Why bother what? . . .
Why bother attending to the aftermath
when all are present and accounted for? . . .
Why bother appropriating . . . without a voice? . . .
Is that what you're asking? . . .
Hold a mirror up to yourself . . .
Tell me about the disjunctiveness . . . the fragmentation . . .
You can set up shop as a go-between in the in-between . . .
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| Kathy Acker (1947-1997) |