Glenda George Dissecting the Corpse

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juices

analytical space slit apart from the reverse. she the soundsilently tongues the lisp of words. the page alone. the gap:

a mute elision that subverts understanding. the point screwed

in/simultaneously/the untold come quietly. like ice across an

inner space. red, written in gasps to steal the warm/cold motion.

misplaced horizons whence words, estranged from language,

voicelessly speak. in contention of the eyes the finger remains

the sign through constant confinement. the wide mouth salivates,

unnerved. taste the coloured edge.

she cannot suffer the icicles melting the will. what speaks, he

imposes. as the heat clasps languages journey through this space,she comes. i listen from within to the who and where in the heart

of things. a terror fills the emptiness. the words opening to new

murmurings too strong to withstand interpretation. overflowing into

the cold into an ancient ear.

that cold again. all is held within a continuum by invisibility.

the icy point pricks the thoughts that pass in coagulations. in

the cool perspiration, nothing spills between the two of them.

the crisp edge. the strange smell of teeth which crumble, the jaw

drops beneath a glance from a mouth unable to open. powdered wordsfall or rather are swallowed. waiting, listening inside the body

you hear a mouthless face whimper. its distraction lies like black

nails in death : a paralysis of the organism on the floor of the

glance.

taste that bitterness of past knowledge gathering on the tongue.

the awareness of an absence whose curved hook will pierce. half-salt

thought locked inside a voice stretched through necessary striving.

operating the hearts reversal on which interpretation rests. here,

only we know how a stare so old in the depths of the being lacks

images known in advance.

gripped in that space between the fingernails, reverse of the

usual, two eyes learn the difference between the bodys structures.

blending into unity, an interior simply walks on the thought,

watching for the approach whose derelict teeth will pierce its pupil.

endangered in oblivion he comes for gratification through words. it

is ready to roll off the tongue and what happens spits out into the

cold, a head turns to be exhausted in the frosted severity, a glued

mouth can but hum.

behind time, my truth is no longer here. eyes, passing throughthe superficial, split open the cry that has reached beyond us.


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the widening sky is ready to receive wayward emasculated intentions.

and, giving a sign, they crush all chances of disorder. distracted

by hopes of the ultimate, she weeps secretly at our ignorance. the

inexpressible converges in her swollen cheek. we are our words.

the tongue, knowing no better than to let the words fall, shows asign of regeneration. the frozen spot to which she is fastened. that

sliver of ice in the eyes reaches the heart, crystallises the speech.

what I desire to say is shattered, every part absorbant to new sensations.

divergence of opinion goes unheard. heat cannot dissolve what surrounds

the spike. a mist rises it seems like a game. such coldness streams in

the open air yet there can be no comprehension without the wordless

substance. and pain being necessary, only an icy shell remains.

caught in a provocative gesture the wall crashes. the finger points

the way to have an appetite for subtle violence. choked by dust, the

torrent of destruction by glance. death had its own language,curling round the little finger. clean-sliced by a whisper. we learn

how to speak in order to divulge secrets. as do the birds on our side.

all these and more are possible.

felt

the stilled-tongue concept of originality against this hollow wooden

point had a direction which prevents description. is not mere transigence :

a metamorphosis of the only alternative. out of an inevitable longingness,

whilst its availability evaporates, the skin stretches thin. the sheet

comes between the ones who whisper. inaudible vibrations constantly passalong it in al that happens beneath. in the temptation of a movement

it is possible to be without stealth.

in the creation of disorder while open wounds call for attention

the scratchings have significance. thus distracted she is vulnerable.

as if the difficulty with clarity is of the one eye alone attached to

the possibility. that thought will strike when no one is looking. a

motionless sign of contamination and a half-glance could be its destruction.

spreading unnoticed, the whiteness of death is verging soil.

a tentative approach to the difficulty. they converse as if at a distance.being unknown is perhaps only illusion. not concerned with what is outside

the limits secreting itself the lines of vision serves to convey all

thats wanted. but the form square or rectangle being essential, wanting

is not enough. the confines are clear. he does not speak from within,

not wanting to go beyond them. but the tongue also golds the key.

mercurial

caught within the memory of an articulated freedom, our hope and

belief in the definition of signify what lies beyond. openness shown

to be false crushes her before she can. whereas others find unexpectedly

the hole full or empty as their eyes perceive it. such situations are


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ever precarious, following certain predetermined notation. clinging

to a single expectation, who cares what the outcome may be. memory

remains scarred. the singular experience is sometimes enough only

the joints being left unscathed.

a temptation to do the opposite is too easily exposed. while he waitsit prepares to destroy him. a sudden fear of points strikes panic.

though contrariness can prove valuable, none knows what it is exactly.

(that one-eyed dog for whom one feels pity). the idea of neglecting

chances is desirable in the lack of clarity.

and thus it shall remain infinitely becoming a nightmare in later

times. the hollow sockets stares out; the ground can only absorb so much.

the words arise here on which one must tread warily. can it be said

they serve no useful purpose other than clinical necessity. the function

of the word is to prompt experience : could lead to nothing except

those unencountered past occurrences. a problematical freedom givesbirth to mere babbling. able to portray what it is, to the defined

limits beyond, is a half-forgotten memory of the distance.

the opening is perceived, thus he can no longer object. the attempt

to break out is a certain change of direction. the body governs the

mind as much as the reverse. perhaps what is sought is now ready to

be found. since each escaping word breaks the circle, how to know what

is needed. she may yet grow. content with definitions we frustrate

the returning questions. and the eye closes so as not to perceive.

such an indescribable perplexity abounds that we are lost in thenetwork. what questions is itself enigma. in awakening the mechanism

of the organism possible variations are countless. and what is we

stop. an open mouth could signify so much of the risk.

the increase in properties promotes evaluation. substantiated only

in our eyes, desperation has not yet set in. when he arrives it will be made

known though in infinite terms one cannot say it. here a

face weeps alone devoid of that intangible. hopes cannot hold too

high, tearing from their eyes their only comfort.

alteration

the mouth opens/ and those narrowed eyes in appreciation. distant

muffled whispering welcomes now what approaches. the tongue moving to

the teeth, together with the dilation, speaks of things no longer here;

only a means of description in definite terms. see how the breath can

escape. the expected comes, providing a passage for the words : the

tunnel. a tear rolls down a cheek.

almost without hesitation, or without provoking to laughter, what

assaults has to be accepted. when the eyes pupil appreciates, how can

the vision be narrowed to what it likes to see. visuality rendered

present in words, through a chosen medium, becomes impossible. the


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remembers. it is only the distance of a memory unquenched. or does

yours not act accordingly in the mist of foreign resources. to be

there is to admit the chance for those first impulsive images. and

yet again we are tied to the protracted pain.

the disordered orderliness is subjective the facial crosstalkdestroyed and unable to escape the ultimate degredation brought by

ambiguous stimulants. and the teeth sinking into the flesh or

should i say the exaltation.

ambivalence is present. an open look being necessary even for an

afterthought. it should be possible that what sounds I hear (now and

then) move towards another origin, the first tragedies are the objective

not to be forgotten. in an inordinate amount of looking, the work walks.

a tendency to lie, the ease with which the temples are roused. it prefers

no tangible outlets disgusts tender mouths. are narrowed to graspingthe lungs, gasping for a word : sour taste of morbidity. saliva flows

to sluice the offence that would alleviate the necessity for suffering.

a perverse delight in a hopeless task. tomorrow the pain promote joy.

antagonism

an apparent discontinuity abounds, unable to regenerate past experiences.

what the words require is a welter of unwanted synonyms. old ways

regurgitated have withstood the test of ambiguousness. the original

crumbled resources demand more than abundance. paralysed and unable

to utter the request, they cannot sustain the power needed to transcendthe transparence of those indefensible oral gesticulations.

sublimate

the unoccupied space is complicated by what ensues. though minute are

easily recognisable, provoking images of plenitude : that image once

unique. and the mouth dires at the thought.

rasping for a term the tongue cannot articulate such a stab in the

intellect desires more than simple explanation. how different the

possible variations the razor edge a more tortuous means of dying.

a reverse response intuitively subsides the thought. red eyes worn with

seeing, piercing out and above all consideration. an answer here to the

expected animosity. allowing the passing of a sight an exaggerated

stare from within. an absorbant glance on the imagined.

occasion

a sensuality creeps in amongst the pervasive sense of foreboding. the

occasion provoking a tentative step towards a destructive glance.

highlighted by a tingling, the temptation to respond with the threat of

violence. ways of seeing unequivocally the terror not yet a pleasure.

no blatant sensitivity insinuating the razor gleams. the power of


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intuitive thought is exaggerated, awakened by what is yet to occur. only

the sharpest knife-edge slices to the core.

unrepentant murderers ride fathomless thought sinking its teeth. in

residual considerations not taken the grey ghost of a pain is not

significant. the sluice of subconsciousness merely a token of whatssought after. a dream is but this inequality in the bleeding cavity of

heartlessness.

indecipherable, the explanation like gritted teeth in rows. are glued

to a constancy which fluctuates with the intention of prevent

recapitulation. from the contradictory controversy a new word limps.

before there was only the slimmest sound squirming. though devastated by

the effort perceivable vistas are opened. impenetrable resistance to a

new crumbling amid which there is erection.

novel

a dry tongue lolls accosted by foul language. betraying indiscriminate

effort where humidity is desirable. the action active overall speaks its

way through cavities. what occurs at the parting of the lips, of buccal

inspiration. above all a sterile vocabulary.

the sensitivity of the tongue offers little relief from the dryness. is

useless against barren ideas and the dull ache where the blade dropped.

having accumulated all its needs the saliva can only moisten the victim

of such harshness. unchecked in the clear nasal passages it lurks.

deception

deflexion incapable of sustaining an amputation. a steadiness of aim

calculates, clutched around strangulated words. debatable, half-determined

edges slow to be certain of their mark instant destruction from the

evil tongue. the ear listens independently. what lies in the imagination

clawing its way in the vulgar filth. close one eye to such decadence. far

more pleasing than the possibilities of perforation.

an eye roll in residue approving all it encounters. runs towards the one

who flees from the pouring socket collecting in pools. gulp of saliva the mouth exposed. breath

1975

(reproduced in Glenda George, Dissecting the Corpus(Paris: Pressed

Curtains, 1979) unpaginated

This book is un-paginated; there is no guide, no map by which you find your way. In the

flesh of the book, you feel your way from page to page and can only find where you have

been by memory.

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