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| Death & Syntax: Only Grammar Could Survive Only Grammar could survive a worship so frantic, and a language chained to dust~ Biology is the only syllogism we cannot escape: ineluctable modality of the syntactic. We are lured by plants reading the soil for the very first sentence- ancient regimes of a vegetable theater, and our own bodies crying in the wilderness- desperate for new theories of acquisition. So, as always: what to do with this exhilarating agitation of sentience? ..these kaleidoscopic vectors of a writhing awareness that somewhere within, the imperative of the organic resides, and a trembling hope that the dervish that is comprehension will one day beget the kind of soulish centrifuge once promised, beyond meaning- and that then, somehow, we may give the slip to doting death, and at last beguile the tedious morphologies of solitude with an eternal reading of our own. |
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