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Oh yes, language is a subtle thing. It´s something like a dreamless dreamer, like a screamless screamer. Can drive you crazy. Helps driving us to that delirious state of mind, where we would like to perform a step-dance on the type-writer. Words submerge. Diossipate into heat. In semantic space words, these little girls, walk about with their fingers in their pee-holes. Where will they find relief ? in miullions of mouthes, in a neverending speech. If you read GOD the other way you´ll find a DOG. This is how langiage is playing with you. & you with it. & alle the other playful beings in their dissonant concert on top of your brain (inside of course) join in & spit at the stars. Beware, that´s rare. Take the cagey way to say what poetry is: having nothing to say & saing it. Language, my luggage on the strange journey that feeds my foot, disturbs my constitution, bewilders my mind, eats my time. What else to say ? make it short. Even shorter.