03/11/04 [logo]
Free writing. Not sure what is free about it. This pen cost
dix-sept ducats, the card was cheap but hardly gratis.
Birches died for this.
Let me tell you what is especially not free: the writing; that is,
the noun, not the gerund. What can it do of its own
accord? The lines on this card are its cell bars (though
it seems to fit neatly between them); a caged hamster is
freer than this writing, penned in its five-by-eight paddock.
That’s inches, not feet, syllables, or stresses. “Order of the
signifier”—I can’t get that out of my head.
On re-reading 1-10’s card I for the first time XXX saw
words of mine that pleased me more than I remember them having
done on their inking. items rearranged is smite. no such
thing as otems or titmens, but there are mittens, XXX
smitten on an indian run. this is why free-writing,
though non-existent, pleases.
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