Automatic speech, free association: to be brought into an experience of language where every word is as though cited. Every word, belonging to you, does not belong to you: language becomes indifferent, writing speaks without enunciator, spreading like a delta until it covers the surface of the world.
Automatism, streaming writing, what would it mean to speak without you being spoken? To speak: and now language is like a stone or the sky; it has attained itself, labyrinth wandering in itself without referring to the world.
No reference – or rather such a play of reference that language refers to any possible world – to all worlds, and even beyond that, to the wearing away of worlds, of possibilities, being indifferent to everything but its babbling.
And now every word sets back behind it like a comet’s tail a murming stream; every word carries with it the reserve it must also cite. Cited words, cited murmuring, where what speaks is also the background of speech, that vast indifference of language lost in its labyrinth.
When you cite me, I hear that background behind my words. Behind them and carrying me away: what does language become without intention, without reference? A stone in my own mouth, a river in my fingers.
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