part 3

so I was right when I suspected all the business of the self as being a fake
I find now that Hume said that our ideas of identity is the product of a
huge mistake into which we fall as soon as we perceive time and space so all
my impressions of mister loneliness as one of my unchangeable objects is but
a fiction of my imagination by which he takes part to my life and co-exists
with me and all the shapes around and he is for me triangular squared
hexagonal in his motionless consistency and sharp pyramidal presence like a
modern sculpture of wood lead copper on a stone pedestal with a continuous
solid presence and an identity  never vacillating for ever identical to his
many others all reproducible in the age of mechanical reproduction not only
a mere hypothesis with no ratio no sure ground matter of fact naked or
dressed from head to toe he can stand in its silence and summarize two three
four concepts at once imagine how magic how gorgeous especially the
principle according to which factual space is constructed on much the same
ground as visual dominance and I can attribute to him tactual quality
smoothness roughness hardness in my capacity of an observer but I am not
sure I want to go that way  there is indeed one passage in my interior text
book that says never trust a shape for its appearance your impression should
be one of reflection prayer and obsession therefore my first denial will be
firm no easy parasitical relation between the eye the mind and from this
fact I'll let the blue be blue and turn the blue in white any moment  any
time on a circular stage or charge my ears with electricity to annihilate
all thoughts and fall asleep so my constructs fail to be such and meets a
lovely moon imperfect men in dreams of dissolution.

Erminia








> I have nothing to say believe me nothing to add to the world's routine and
> yet for the sake of the one who calls herself Candid I will try to
conceive
> a baby with five fingers for each little hand a perfect poppie back from
the
> slug's mire a thought my double wearing an unfamiliar mask I am not
> disappointed by this request I will do it to overcome my stress but do not
> expect anything worth recording since all my days and all my nights are
> nothing but a strive to sink into an inner song and be distracted  from
the
> thought that I am condemned yes I am condemned to bear my limits and be in
> flesh and bones a woman carrying her body around so that when on my tracks
I
> always bump into a curious block a young man with longish hair smooth skin
a
> doll so perfect in his white projects what point I am not going to talk of
> this I will just let you know how he looks like so far the guy has one
> leather jacket and one pair of shoes legs of a gru no good nobody would
> guess he is also man of science matter of fact his house of mature
> mellowness is all superfluous with traces of previous visitors a lover a
> despot an art designer but listen when you look for a direction through
the
> body of an opponent Mio Dio this is not going to work and all I can do is
to
> pay a price for my few goods so that satisfaction may come through sweet
> eyes sharp mouths and add a micro pleasure to an acute desire he thinks
it's
> a sad when you learn that nobody is going to care about what you do and
> whether early or late when you go home and find nobody you wish a lady's
> charity to sooth your sorrow of course a comedy I serve my office I say I
do
> my service I am not a nun whose irregularities would pervert an entire
> convent you know better than me not all is Candid see what comes next my
> friend you who arranged for us to write under the imperative of flesh and
> its barometers lady of my soul my dearest adorn your brain and be
impassable
> when you will listen to this man's coarse language, possibly a gift
granted
> every two months about the same amount.
>
>


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