Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2004 09:28:10 -0000
From: Lawrence Upton <lawrence.upton@BRITISHLIBRARY.NET>
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Subject: Words against rehearsal

for Geoffrey Soar

Words against rehearsal, struggle of space, of doing and riskier fun inputs? It is a world! it is a world! it is a world! They operate as do ourselves, ourselves. To drift from a scrap of space? It is a world they operate as do ourselves. A scrap, eventually, of disheartening phrases.

Words against rehearsal, struggle of wit, stilled before print, without preparation, hand-written with corrections, however suitable, aethereal emptiness... know nothing

Words against changes. In a way. At present.

Particular energy. To produce something... Think of information as a way of pleasure. It is a copy. The detritus of senses. The detritus of a me. Is given a couple of words. Which trick.

It's a focus of its phrases. Gestural lingual.

I mean. In front of print without preparation, written up by hand, with a poetry to one cogency. In language. Strongly... Might not restrict ourselves... Stereotyped. Emaciated form. Separated presence.

There is a healthy sense of word. To signify alteration. The word reappeared in the image. I mean. I hear. A poetry to produce something exposes itself, beyond estimation. Material. In the core of considerably more work. Give up hope of something of yours. That's a commencement. To signify alteration. Of uncertain falsity. One which had been in front of itself. To manifest... Find language. And that starts at the moment opening. And is involuntary. Clinging, while trying not to be human.