remember

this

that constituted
within plateaus
is the infinite regress
of language

always keeping us at a distance
from its meaning
because
at that moment
language is no longer defined
by what it says
but
retreats
to its causes,
causes it
to move,
to flow
into a process
that pushes languageasawhole
to its limits,
to its edge,
to its silence
because
at the outside
is where it strains
towards something new,
no longer linguistic,
but which only language makes possible,
creates a repetition,
a bifurcation,
a proliferation,
a deviation
that constitutes something
like a foreign-language-in-the-language-one-writes-within,
that carries all language
to its musical limit,
into an assemblage of enunciation
found at that border
that separates it from music,
produces a kind of music
that mobilizes everything,
mobilizes the author's will,
wishes
desires,
needs,
necessities,
that
when reading the text
at its Rubicon
becomes
an experimentation
that extracts
its revolutionary force

this
retreats
to its silence
its revolutionary force


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