The Scream within the Egg

Geof Huth, "EEEeeG" (2005)
"To be literary, not a man, not a being of blood but words, words flowing through me as if they had any meaning."
Quoting myself. From yesterday. A little note in a little book I write into and only I read out of. The sense that the self is best that is the self of words, the serf to words. Kerf and kern. Or it is that that is the only self governed by the hope of perfectability, even if fleeting. The perfect set of words in the perfect order. Because ordering is...