Friday 4 September 2009

HOW FAR WILL WE BE GOING?

You may be wondering how far into the destruction of literature we will be going, to make something new, that no one will be able to get a grip on anyway, because it always slips away, as my mind slips, as the meaning of words … away, as structure dissolves.

IS THIS THE START OF SOME MASSIVE ACTION, OR ONLY A TEST OF STRENGTH?

Good question. You know despair brings you to this place. Emptiness is here. My heart is a desert. My consciousness is expanding, obviously; but I will be very surprised if it does me any good. But I refuse to be a fucking slave!

AND STILL I move on.