The consistency of everyday language is also a poison for poetry

Alienation of words from language

As the thought grows, the words are linked together

Through this structural association, they quickly form the coherent environment that will divert them from their poetic meaning. This is, in my opinion, one of the drawbacks of rational thinking. It is therefore a question of breaking their interactions as one breaks chemical bonds; of diluting them in an acid solution that will disaggregate the daily expression; of making the microparticles of meaning they contain free and floating. For there is ultimately little meaning in this too explicit direction. There must be little. Not a total and definitive absence; no, not nothing. But little. A tiny amount of meaning given to the sense. Just enough to constitute what we call the trace. The trace is what makes you want to do it, not what ultimately remains after having done it. So we often confuse the trace with memory. Memory is dead and museum-like. The trace still contains enough life to produce something new. It is the stem cell of wandering thought.

The universe may have been born a hermaphrodite

The physical mechanics of meaning are then set in motion. It must be observed to be understood. To understand that there is nothing left to look at beneath the mass of spontaneous judgement; what we take to be an "opinion", a "taste", a personality trait. The crushing weight of the false relevant reflection, of the judgment it grants itself on things, overwhelms the particle. It immobilises it. Words are thus easily broken in favour of a story. Some, more fragile than others. This is how we take the risk of creating a product without a soul; a product without character.

"Phrase" and "Language" are two perverse effects of sexual reproduction and the social script

As language usurps the meaning of pure words in permanent effective associations, cognitive entanglement goes in this heavy and daily direction, which makes it run up against the wall of rational impasse. This wall has been erected by the very will of the thought that is being constructed. Through the accumulation of dead images, cells without a future end up forming the horny surface of a hard and impenetrable skin. One too many protections; a heel placed at the elbow that never needs to be put on the table. The honeycombed sentence, whose honeycomb is made of the images of "reasoning", pollutes, through a narrow logic, the world of inner exchanges. To understand and be understood takes away from the fundamental concern of self-sufficiency.

Invented to favour surface exchanges, languages prevent us from understanding that the science that gives the key to origins is that of learned poetry and not that of pure rationalism of thought.