Friday, December 29, 2006
Final Note on Baudelaire
(((20))) --- the city was a line drawn from wherever you are to some other, more radioactive spot: because there is always the sense that we will decay into ‘it’, will be experimental homeless persons waking invisibly in a seperable commercial sphere. each of our spasms will be shortlived and will have no letter ‘I’ //// but will have lips, albeit shared. the voice is a splintered image; a stain, static talking, scorched. these notes have little to do with Baudelaire, or other twilight phenomena like friendship or love.
[[[these notes are all part of a larger project called "baudelaire in english", which is almost done and will be published by Veer Books sometime in 2007]]]