The book against the Book (Delalande)

A book that is getting rid of being the Book

The book as a thing to devour the Book as metaphor

I make books more and more against the Book

We work in the language of the equivocation, with washed face

A field of options in order to escape the conditions

The pleasure thrown from my body to any geography

Here, now, again, anew

Does the Book's Obsession prevent living?

Are you trying to escape the book you're reading?

You read to get rid of conditioning

A translation that is not tormented by the exclusion

Do I roll data to defibrillate chance?

I exclude the exclusion to ensure the situation

Cases of transient intensity

Art and literature do not die, but are political wrecks

You discover that the white page is spleen

The whiteness of the page is the abyss creaking (Mallarmé?)

Breakthroughs that break things

People who are sick as art

In Icarus the culpability of the flight is that of a robbery or treason

Dilute efficacy by increasing outbreaks

Shadows that gather to shine

The Book is the mourning of fragility

To have a Late Style ahead of time

Is the Style of Early Senility the one that says fuck to literature and art

I’ve lost the wariness of posterity

Yawn at the scope of the Work

Does disability prolong the age?

Procreate antecedents that do not know if they are involved

A rudderless conflagration

The horizon asks me to walk to it

Any movement merges with the space

I do not hit or even miss the goal

I ignore destiny, the balance, the implications of becoming - but I go

Each number has its own breath

I renounce any cleavage

The promised art is to get rid of cleavages

I step in the mess of what I did with relative pride

Hesitation without precariousness, in zen pantomime

There is sometimes too much determination to align by the indeterminate

I embrace the description by exalting myself in clandestinity

I made avant-garde movements in a private garden

Poems that carry a load of poems that have been beaten

Impermanence does not necessarily imply emptiness

The past is involved in the transformations

A fist that broadens legacies even when closed

Secrets make you submissive

I take irreconcilable antiquity (inadvertently)

I read the Greeks as cases of childish enjoyment and playful exploration of
language

I caress Homeric words in dictionaries

I was born for a game that parodies the games by which others rule

The wave, the labyrinth, the loom

Rejections rejected

Writing obscures collapses

Abolish or absolve are cases of the absolute as elision

Deep-seated insinuations of silence

Complexity enterlaces bring humor at the shoulders

The mystery is what remained in the drawer, gaining mold

The abyss remains messy, but it does not hurt

Data and indicators - the economy and the metaphor at hand

A sneaky legacy

Obscure commitments to the pseudo-absolute

I'm there in the "why not?"

The explosive of lurid laughter

The ridiculous stiffness

In opposition to any transcendence

Close so close

Noble is what is spared from futile pomp

Indomitable meekness

Contaminated by the fervor of the ornament

Craving is the psychology of propensity, and everything is prone to

Impatience is the natural state of what is changing

Patience is the wisdom of the misfits

Trifurcation is more danceable

The fog disguises the fragments

The limits of infinity have long been math

Halocynogenic numbers (such as mushrooms)

The poem falls in chance

If the poem teaches to fall then the poem is a didactic of expiry

The rhythm dissolves the disaster

The crisis is more memorable (than what?)

Hunting uncertainties in the fields

Quotes that spoil us

Aphorisms try to compress places

Falsehood requires ingenuity (a banality)

In which ways can you be others?

Constellate negligence and misuse

A list that you cannot index

I feel lost in an aphorism between aphorisms

Dilettante confrontation

Areas of blind meaning playing with you

More a flow of language that wants to suck the fool

Wildly suitable

Outside the reaction context

Forging the fictionality in which an era will recognize itself

Censorship cultivates the deafening silence

Names that explode geographies

Sentimentality is a scorpion

The collapse of the unfinished

False evidence that you bury in writing

Hunting heads hunters

Variants of the text that are voluntary humiliations

A delinquent suspense

The hesitation of the beast is the source of skepticism

Without darkness the abyss loses its sensuality

After the best failures comes spontaneous success

Flies that are born in cobwebs

A supportive joy

I made a fraudulent meeting with the Being

The drama wants to get another drama to catch

The melancholy of the non-dramatic

Every time less empty and therefore not full

The refinement of assumed ridicule

A choice is a trap you can not imagine

It is the trap that chooses you among the rest

The desertification of paradise does not attract saints

An abrupt chic

Whatever ever it is

Early vague

He sleeps in the profusion of uncertainties

He was kidnapped until the secret

God postpones the sight of his face that will blind you