with minimum of blood and gristle")
afternoon sunlight; not the crows themselves —high
over Jensen—but shapes passing over the cars in the
as distinct from …what? higher reality? Or the deeper
grammar & ecologic of conversation? How do we manage
to maintain the distinction between the superficialities
and the process that generates them?
crying out loud: saying “saying” is what I’m saying, or
(amounting to the same thing) writing about writing.
Thinking on the one hand about thinking, and then on
the other hand: thinking about this and that and the other.
Do the math: you can tell which is “primary”—
which secondary and so forth.
both conversants and the stuff talked about
(what we call subject matter, object matter,
topics: the whiners of our dys-content.)