She Stands Alone She stands alone, a single bulb lighting an entire room, the walls curved into her private sphere. No doors. No windows. No-one can break in. Her world is the only world and all things lie within her scope, sealed within her soul. Solitary appetites she pursues in consecrated isolation, in this her sacristy, her prison, her cell — an inside with no conceivable outside.

Private Language In / creasing thought, the self doubles / folds inwards, suppose a private language against the world’s shared grammar — self-authored, a book written for no . one. A page torn away, stains in the margins, a footnote wrongly numbered, the letter ‘i’ faintly printed. Such is the pain of the man who yearns for his whole self between the covers of biography and meets only estrangement.

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What the Mirror Said I am the image and you are the body. In the mirror we appear complete; We are whole: two as one. For a few moments I am riveted To your body and you are stuck with me. But when you go away, I am left without a trace, without a face, Without a form. I am deposed. I do not know how to create life From within my own. I am only a passing dream of yourself. I have only your absence – and the furniture in the room – to reflect on. Without you I am in

Without division or interval, the body appears as pure form over content, surface without depth.