I. Generalities
Language alters its consciousness and begins to talk to you. Language appears in public with a sadistic grimace of disdain for its followers. Language is the windsock of your desire. Other modes of expression are fake. Language is the original. After you leave for work, Language opens the trapdoor at the bottom of your closet. To suggest Language is your cure is to stammer and crawl. To suggest Language is your illness is to be shot through with hammers. If a Language remains unknown, it’s your fault. If someone condescends to speak in your language, they can’t be trusted. Justice is a collision of chance and Language. Language is not justice. Wisdom can throttle Language. Language can cancel wisdom. Language closes your Venetian blinds and dances blindly.
II. The Concrete Entities of Language
Language does not watch you through a camera Hidden in the couch cushions. Those kites flying over your backyard … when they suddenly strike you, that is language. The terror the news tells, the terror of seeing yourself in a corset, the terror of the street, the terror of torn-up headlines, the terror of unending terror from every trunk and closet, the Terror of Wednesday, the terror of aspic, the terror of an aged age, the terror of an augury, the theater of sublime surveillance … can we trace you according to your birthmark? Can Language hold your byzantine history? A modicum of your breath? The authority of your whisper? Despite us, Language will not follow you. The declarations of your hunger — too loud. Too inappropriate. The rocks, too narrow.
