The word’s
formulae
I collect rows, I collect sticks, I collect
leaves and words
I separate chaff, and sow
In the word language are lag and lug
This is cognisable. E n c o u n t e r would be the word
Somewhat monotonous and contrary
To derive
etymology is no philosophy, but diverts,
diversifies – is amusing
The paths of ants resemble the urge
To write is not to play but pretty close, a
playful thought –
writing. Ergo
dance.
To turn on the spot, to swing around, stand
on one’s head
one’s forehead earthwards
Stand in the word-lair. Teem on the earth
Root and sniff among words
Drive game out into the light!
Pull up and suckle the consonant root
Poem, as if the word is wrenched half-way.
Broken mid-line
That’s not how it should sound. Take
forward and
Take to you
Line, the longing to run alongside. Just be
carried along
Resistance likewise. Articulate, unruly
language
Latin –
Oh how I wish I knew Latin. The most
physical of languages
The most tangible. Rods, bars, workings. A
box of
tools
Teach me to employ fewer words. Teach me to
use the plough
teach me to deploy
the harrow I speak about
– It is a spike harrow, to be precise.
– Fine, we like to be precise. (words from
an unknown film)
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