ulianov

To explore the nocturnal side of the speech- of the human discourse - you can go beyond the obsession for silence or the gutting of the day, the visible and the memory. To explore the nocturnal side of the speech can mean to reach the plains of the other without shipping through the axis of science or the mountains of philosophy but only to drink the long and violet and whispering body of poetry. But then, only a glimpse we can catch, only in a tiny and windy place we will be invited. No, to explore the nocturnal side of the speech we should look the structures of the language, the eminently giant pillars of the unconsciuos, the shimmering alliances that have been done before our birth. So fool of me! No that's another trap, another abyss in form of a hat, where my eye indulge and my mind decay. Ah, no, yes: to explore the nocturnal side of the speech we must become nocturnal creatures, we must surrender against the ocean of the objects and listen, listen to the margins, listen to the stories untold, where our images and faces and hands pressed on something that had a shape, a relation, an enviroment. But the listening should not be an absorption, instead an unreasoning, a steady-slow meeting with the supreme, the metaphor, matrix of all days and nights.