The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


Palm Berthe

The eyes of Nikuko speak. Nikuko speaks: Berthe, we are wound and
cicatrice. We are the lubricant at the edge of the scab. The scar will
remember us. Nikuko speaks: This writing its scar. This writing its memory
of its own. I have come to listen and to speak. Nikuko speaks: I have come
to speak. Nikuko speaks: I speak. She says: The pain and fury of the world
has infected this and every other language. She says: Languages are one
language of pain and retribution.:Nikuko speaks: Of the open Palm and its
enemies. Of the Lotus and the gathering. Every language seeps with
contamination. If you cannot speak I cannot hear. If you do not write I do
not read. If you go silent. If the wounding of the world. Nikuko speaks: I
will write Les Yeux.:Nikuko speaks: About the angst of time, I reveal.
About incoming. Les Yeux de Berthe. The dead or flaccid language. Nikuko
speaks: The talk of the wounded is the cry. The whisper is the murmur of
the world. Hatreds, there are. Certainly there are repulsions. Of this
medium, to flee this medium. In Medea race. ::ayweiou awyeoui

ayweiou awyeoui through my The eyes of Nikuko speak. Nikuko speaks:
Berthe, we are wound and cicatrice. We are the lubricant at the edge of
the scab. The scar will remember us. Nikuko speaks: This writing its scar.
This writing its memory of its own. I have come to listen and to speak.
Nikuko speaks: I have come to speak. Nikuko speaks: I speak. She says: The
pain and fury of the world has infected this and every other language. She
says: Languages are one language of pain and retribution.

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