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WHEN A FUTURE IS MADE TO PASS


The characters are   coins and flakes . geometry   ageing . oesophagus   involution.

They bend over age.  It corresponds to awe, it corresponds to an abbreviation of gestures, it corresponds to aporia, an interrogative yes or no at the end of each period. 
All discontinuity end up to ultra-sounds and tomographies, to another body. 
With caution, with so much caution, within precise boundaries of self-contentment they portray themselves.

Elemental code day.  Inserted.  Are memorizing.
The food is crashed on the hard surface of the diagnosis.

The characters are   horizon   exchange . circuit   constellation . roots   consolidation.

Wherever they turn to there is future.  In any stage.  In conditional restraint.
They speak in the prognostic tense.  It sounds like lucidity, it sounds like a motive, it sounds like a conquest.
The body, whoever that is, glides from one biography to the next.  At the moment of surrender another cell is wasted. 
They call this period by whatever name they can come up with.     
At the end of lavishness they make another question. 

Plausible (F).  Plausible (F).
A uncodified day later it would be improssible.

 

 

 

 

TEXTOVORE


The comparison no longer occurs.  After the objects, there are new opposite vocabularies, very basic biological changes, porous geographies, certain types of silence.  This might be a new curiosity.  No ornament is needed.

LEAK   LUCIDITY   LINK
DEAR DEER   PRONOUNCED
DISOBEY
THIGH   THIS   RADIANT BELLY

The context is animated from ice, a nest, a few branches, the weight, salt. 

WEAVE   WILL   WARM 

After the pauses, there are pomegranate syllables, birds rising, a valid spectacle.  The objects would believe they are present.  They are incomprehensible.  Why origin?  And why traces?

FLOW   FLESH   MORPH 
ANYWAY   A   AND
MEDIUM   VERBAL

The content is foregrounded by the fibers, vertical stitches, zigzags, the hand.  The cause of texture is continuity.  Continuity is trapped.  Where nothing grows. 

STAIN   SALIVA   SAVOUR 
TANTALIZED REFLEXES 

The sequence is sewn onto the page.   It is based on saturation.  That too is a disappearance.


 

 

 

 

[D. I. (Dimitra Ioannou) is the author of the novella Soya Sea (Futura, Athens, 2008), the founder and editor of the (online and paper) literary and art journal a glimpse of: a hybrid narrative, and has presented her solo photography exhibition titled Motel Galini (six d.o.g.s., Athens, 2011). She is based in Athens. For more, see http://hotelrepertoire.wordpress.com.]


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