What I should do is phone; the circuitry

is there and we’re both somewhere in the circuitry.

I need to talk.  What should I find to say?

You know how it is: it rings; you answer; no click;

no dial tone.  Hello?  Hello? No word.

Not even goodbye – I couldn’t give you that.


Listen to this: to write you requires a scheme,

subtends an apparatus, such that here

be an I, you be he there, space

discerns the entities , depicts them such

as the scheme requires.  Are you lost?  I am.

I want to be not lost.  I write even so.


Tell me what to do.  I want to show.

Schemelessness.  Undress.  To speak from that.

I want the secrecy; I want it said.

To speak from wordlessness.  There are certain things

that happen and we don’t know: proteins meet

and shape each other.  We are the husk of this.


Whatever happens happens in some such wise,

under attention.  I hate all huskiness.

Let me be where it happens, let me be the hidden cells

and silent if silence is all there is to say.

I want to talk though.  I want to talk to you.

I despair of what to say.  Goodnight.  Goodnight.

– William Bronk


– as if the aim of writing were to use what is already written as a launching pad for reading the writing to come..”

– Edmond Jabes –

3 thoughts on “WRITING YOU

  1. I haven’t known before… This is so beautiful dear N Filbert, I am impressed so much. Thank you, don’t you think that I am not following and reading you, I do always 🙂 Have a nice day, love, nia

"A word is a bridge thrown between myself and an other - a territory shared by both" - M. Bakhtin

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