Date: Tue, 05 Aug 1997 20:01:35 -0700
From: Socha <347hqx7-AT-cmuvm.csv.cmich.edu>
Subject: Dancing duty


Lucio,

not to drag you from briars, but as to that dance, turn, nothing proper
eh?  Mere flesh?  Clown coat (see Barthes' illustration from Diderot's
Encyclopedia) perhaps?

To be serious without concern for propriety then, putting wings to the
caduceus serpents nature-effects/studies-affects bauble perhaps, but in
a belated attempt to re the swing to dove - re, singin' doe, doe, doe,
doe... en monotone, the part(n)e(a)r journey always only about to turn,
dag nap awl this dad gum re(coil)spond(ee)ing so close to a knot
reading, re-solved and so unread nerves or knot anyhow!

Proteus-like, I become coils of woven nets, part{(s)n[e(a)r]}ing never
to any effect, but your verged dove sews 'dove-re' attracting and
repulsing, swinging measured differences like a hypnotizing watch, time
getting all unmeasured, but chalk boards of Beuys symptoms the Nothing
gaining steam on all this So-me-thing which neverending re-choirs
Nothing less than the rich-you-all cleaning of a dirty kitchen or
potatoes peeled, each eyemyeye re-solved as I learn anyway, to
r(h)ide-ntify what I know unsee(k)ing.

Suppose pretend-cultured rustic-wild estimations do knot stubborn
factuals to disintegrations dropping nodes, is one walk with writing
different than any other _paedagogus_?  Turning for..... from nature
then, laughter darkens wells s(t)ink-ing into plots of careful
philosophy dispossessed to be enslaved, begging for possession of
deliverance as a project of articulation.
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'Irony is duty,' so spoke Schlegel, but:
"_Lorenzo_: So the note was probably put in too often, or in the wrong
place.  But that's not the fault of the note.  Still, you may be right. 
And who know if that isn't the irony of irony, that in 	the end one
grows to dislike it" ('Of the Nature of Friendship', a fragment of the
proposed continuation of _Lucinde_).
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Between chaotic nods,

Don Socha