“can the illegible be legible?” – Helene Cixous
“one cannot write without repeating something” – Jeremy Fernando
I repeat. I am an ant.
I have forgotten.
It is finished.
It has begun.
~ in media res ~
It never begins.
In other words.
Do you realize how important “whatever” is?
I follow (in) a trail of marks.
I have become.
Insofar. (In so far). [in media res]
-NO MATTER. TRY AGAIN. FAIL AGAIN. FAIL BETTER.- Beckett
I repeat – “I am an ant”
“Hello little ant in a line!”
“Look at that cute creature!”
Feet fall. Thump, thud.
“I can’t go on. I’ll go on.”
I repeat an ant.
…and so on…
“…or is it that language already says more already?…” – Roland Barthes
…and so it begends.
“the other cannot be determined or decided” – Leslie Hill, on Blanchot
5 thoughts on “A Short Sort of Story”
Was wondering just yesterday where you’d been. Good to see your wonderful words again.
Thank you sir. I’ve been…overinundated, I suppose
In the best possible ways, I hope.
not those…but…still living
I’ve watched when after I’ve stepped on an ant (it’s impossible not to sometimes) how the others fetch it directly to be stored in the place somewhere deep where they keep their pantry. Efficient little critters, a collective genius really.
You sound a bit trodden on yourself. I’m afraid I understand too well. Be well.