From: Celinec-AT-aol.com
Date: Thu, 29 Aug 1996 21:43:49 -0400
Subject: before the birth of language


Possibly, underneath the bridge, is life. In other words
underneath the link between you and I, between what proceeds
thought and thought, between thought and action, between action
and result. Possibly underneath, in the wet sand, it breeds, it
breaths, it lays itself out and exists.

This is the closest I can get to believing in an organism called
society. It is not a  unity, nor an agreement, nor a collective
mind, but simply a web, spun and left, with one dead bug stuck in
it and all the blood sucked out.

I believe in finding the truths for oneself, even if this means
hurtling oneself into endless darkness. I believe that we need
each and every one of us to hurl ourselves into this black hole,
and then we can come back and share what we find, if we can put
it into constructs of words, or pictures, or clay, or light
sensitive emulsion, or computer generated symbols, or blood, or
flesh. It doesn't really matter, the medium.

There was a time before language when communication was pure, or
so I've been told. When the idea before the thought, before the
word, was passed from one to another. It is generally considered
that language is a symptom of intelligence, but I am not so sure
about this. It certainly hasn't been used as such, except by the
poets, and nobody pays any attention to them.  

I do not believe in physical societies, societies that
communicate through cables and empty words and body language and false
smiles. How
are you. Have a nice day. I do not believe in people who call me
"M'am."

I refuse to accept ordinary reality and yet at the same time this
does not mean I do not see. Like Wm. I see the the post-apocalyse
world and like Pierre I love the world and see great beauty in
everything. There are no contradictions here.   

Celine