everything rushes in
perpetual face
no matter the mask
in these opaque times heaven hauled that many frenzies
with a single signifying stroke when the saying leaks
the word massacre(s)
intensity first of all
by probing further ahead further
down
farther away
the formula is born
from where does one know it by what by a point
thus vibrant for it nourishes and weighs fully
on the meaning and the counter
in gender agrees with unruly in number
and moves
liaison
the more it precedes the ink
pushes precisely (before) outside and inside
transition
or
droll these signs empty and blue despite
even if (that is to say although)
restriction
nevertheless
explication
vague it is
because too much space between the words
vague and beautiful to consume the liaison
as soon as it enunciates itself
paradoxically future and past engender
at the same time
that moment when it goes without saying that crossing
it happens that black/black badly cross-rules
the white spaces
limit of contrast
thus sparkles the artifice and exposes itself
eventual accomplishment
all on the surface
from riot to fabulous sonorous suites
the said connection erasure
double exasperation
the code struts the code analyses the code dictates
and at the exact opposite the tender code appears
between code and code space is illusory
no place conducive to denunciation
terminology modifies
the code infiltrates
the least attempt at resistance
henceforth meaning will be double
one too many
the artifice is inevitable
here’s how.
Suite logique
1970, tr. 2010
THE PART FOR THE WHOLE
from Nicole Brossard: Selections
tr. Jennifer Moxley
my lacerating strategist who leads me to fiction
censored in the liar’s edits or time
the split: desire’s reflection is like this
a lure thrown out in vain
spinning through space until
the ‘creature’ says: my blood doesn’t fit
this version or excerpt anymore
to save her provocative skin
to lose reason the rush the goods
spread out by the mirror if you attempt
a moon’s discretion between your thighs
the liquid outcome
vulva – lu e(t) vu – read and seen
in reality you undress her skin
and take it all in
feigned – the entire bid / fiction –
the injury’s intuition (the injured)
her tongue speaks with a hole the one licked
or it’s a place to perplex the delicious expert
she trembles in love inversely
her memory perplexes the slut story museum
woman / voting booth / stretch marks: what a beautiful baby!
she soaks without quoting, very private
that tends to flow
the day drenched in ink
green or that moment you open your robe
egress illustrated
circadian today and
the moon your condition of rhythm sister
with syrupy insides she depletes
the planet of corridors filled with crossroads
my wife aroused a vow circling your passionate neck
