Fuck me
threw
him a curve
he couldnt say that he
ever saw the word before
he
looked it up in the dictionary
Ah Im not an idiot French plaidoyer advocacy
A plaidoyer for culture?
After Babel hows one going to ignore that a book by George Steiner 1975
“ . . conventions of
forwardness in our syntax”, our “articulate futurity”, or, in other words, “the
existence of the future tense, is what gives us hope for the future, saves us
from nihilism, even from one’s suicide.”
what really drove home the point was “If our system of tenses he
dropped senses in tenses place was more fragile, we might not
endure.”
if our
senses were more fragile if we were more sensitive we
might not endure
gobsmacked absolutely gobsmacked
it had been his misfortune his distinct fortune cut him deeply to have had friends
who committed suicidewhich was their right the only true thing one has is their lives they can do with it whatever they want
suicide isnt selfish some tend to feel badly for themselvesfor their loss they wrongly blameaccuse the suicide talk about selfish he missed their voices the
way their minds worked their presence
the deep warm hugs they shared which always felt like Don’t let go of me!
he didntwouldnt
not for as long as he was alive
when he wokeup in the morning he
remained in bed for whatever time it took him to remember them recalled a very
good time with them saw their faces smiles their unique mannerisms tics wished them good morning then visualised the next
when
his greetings were complete he asked his cats Time to get this show on the road?
they were enthusiastic they were hungry
to the left of Steiners quote he
had written
“ . . ce qui
n’est pas clair n’est pas françois.” what is not clear is not French.
How very French he thought despite not knowing many French nationals
above it he wrote
Antoine le Laboureur Googling the name he only found Sainte
Antoine le Laboureur and only paintings of the man We French follow in all our utterances
exactly the order of thought, which is the order of nature.
he wrote without quotes
the one-two punchthe combination
reinforced the sensitivity his friends exhibited asif they had been flayed of their skin bloody
raw a breeze scald them a harsh word burned their ears existence bullied them physically they couldnt
standup for themselvescouldnt fend off attacks wolves that circled smelling weakness
thats where he fit in the
picturehe loved the violence but he couldnt be in every places
at once
they started their lives in a
corner coveringup
eventually their arms came down
they werent allowed standing
eight counts
they had to suffer knockouts
so by their choice
they threw in the towel
he missed them every day
he welcomed them every
morning
this Century
1707, Thursday,
19 8. 21
