InterWritingWiki — Writing Dubuffet’s Titles

Sizeable theories have collapsed under less. The weight of association bears familiarity as well-soiled socks. The persecutors of SockPuppets are waiting in line. A hedge of them. Well-oiled oxen pull meanings to market, metonymies to the Wall. Their taurean poignancy is a nice rhyme for Jean-Luc Nancy.

InterWriting is but one fixed abomination of the TextCommune. Interwriting is peals of condemned men. Interwriting is a red oyster-hat: drear day, salty ocean. And TextCommune is a delight lightening no writer. "I," after all, is a half-wholly raw-real construne, a costume, a windchime in winter gusts hung on moon-garden trellis. A shiver sends it vibrant, tremulosity caught in a dream-snare and left there. Tossed heather and wound-wood, storm-mangled, joustled in fluxy-haired mastery.

We work our way backwards, Perseuspicacity-manifesting, to the beginning of our titular interwriting in homage to a visionary free-for-all.

Stone festival is a living poetics statement, secret and telepathic, known only to the hyper-intuitive stones that dwell in the earth's heart-caves.

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