#helencixous

[viperslang]

Tomb(e), Hélène Cixous

Lines that I have jotted down so far -- 

When I write my tongue is invisible. 

Lovely mint allies me to all times, in all senses. 

Gods are men without eyes.

This bed wanders (lit erre)...

Volume without border without edge without profile without form more wall than construction in truth; the sum and the rest of human dreams but without accumulation,

Flesh then attests to the crossing. 

Let me be brought backwards.

A hard soft bullet in a silk cocoon. 

I loved him from the edges of perused book, from their uncertain margins...