Dream/The Gilles Poem

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                    Last night I, dreamer, along the edges of positive incomprehension, was with his life.  It was almost as if I studied him.  Morecorrectly:  we alternated encounters between being.  That I should dream of types of misunderstanding in our closeness, since I have a negative incomprehension with what he's doing now.  And if he's truly the Other, and on the Other, a friendship-love.  Disatisfied, he can say to each what exactly?  It's very odd about him.  I wondered what he was telling each Other:  on the one hand was blaming-mindedness and rejection.  Comprehension at work in love or other, all the time.

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Gilles Poem 102:  for Utensils and Their Care  by Sabrina Calle

Here I go, crying

    two parts                into one      (and)          O Gilles, now I need you

you scrape up

                       for example, the cravat bandage

with a square knot

"to prevent slipping."                    you look so beautiful           but, why                  can't I see

it?

or epidemic.                               God Gilles, I think I get it

       it should be long enough to tuck in                          I am picking lint off your chin

like an accent                                        God Gilles, are you here                   with me?           it's

                                what Artaud did

         with French.                  I am blinking               but

they function

as indexes

                              "merely a production"              --you are.         and it calls forth             flows

               & breaks

yes, we are

so sick

                   but isn't it true,

                   even if we go back

                   from the images

                   to the structure?