heart flesh TRACTOR

The attempt, to cast the failure on the material, the material (a cannibalistic
vocabulary – “We are such stuff as dreams are made of” ,to the history of
the amputated hero: it can happen to anyone, it signifies nothing: for one blood-poisoning
suffices, the other is luckier, he needs a war. Refuge: Europa is a ruin, in the
ruins the dead are not counted. Truth is concrete, I breathe stones. People, which do their
work, so that they can buy their bread, have no time for such considerations. But what’s
hunger to me. Irrecuperability of the process through the
description; incompatibility of writing and reading; expulsion of the reader out of the
text. Puppets, stuffed with words instead of with sawdust. Heart-flesh. The need for a
language, which noone can read, increases. Who is noone. A speech without words. Or
the disappearance of the world into words. Instead of the lifelong compulsion to watch,
the bombardment of the images (tree house woman). The eyelids blown away. The
opposite out of the gnashing of teeth, fires and song. The garbage-pail of literature in the
back.
The dissolution of the world into images