A Logoclast Retypes One of his Old Poems

A Logoclast Retypes One of his Old Poems

A Logoclast Retypes One of his Old Poems

Like fingerprints there are no two leaves or sea shells, for example, the same. Inside each piece is an original work of nature – a real leaf, a real shell or even a sea horse. Each is authenticated as such with its own individually numbered certificate. The present as return of difference, as repetition styling itself as difference, affirms once for all the totality of chance.

Il cherchait des sentiments pour les accommoder a son vocabulaire.

Ellesmere Port taxi driver Mr Robert Phoenix leaned down to the window and said “Christ is the only mediator between God and man.”

To illuminate a large number of repetitive phenomena that are continuously appearing with such disconcerting randomness as to seem chaotic in the mindlessness of their repetition and the unmotivated gratuitousness of their patterns they cannot and perhaps should not correspond to pre-established laws except (one supposes) those of repetition and chance although I doubt that my vocabulary can go beyond the unmotivated gratuitous effect down to its last momentary statement.