Words eat people the way
breakfast eats coffee:
hot and into the shakes.
Language is its own linguist,
an interpreter who cannot
be contradicted by reason,
yet another of its creations.
It's the hard problem of consciousness,
writ by writing. To be conscious of
each letter, each sound, each meaning,
and every interpreter, can only be
said to be accomplished by the sentence
in itself.
The thing is only a thing in the
light, lucid, lamplit, large, luminous
synonymous afternoon; time only
a space given a measure and again,
the sign, signifier, symbols to
make an Edenic start.
Genesis? Cells eating other cells?
A message and a medium: eat me
and you won't live to eat again?
Is that the ultimate threat of
English and the rest? To gorge
is to make a canyon where
falls become the grave.
Roman Ryan 