"Disintegration is a 'thinking thing, ' a 'thinking kind of thread.' A 'murmur, ' it says of itself, or a buzz or a rattle. I would say it's a song, mostly muffled, with an on-and-off beat, at the tail end of human life on earth. It's 'the call of all that's left.' You can see as well as hear it in letters that come apart, change places, drop out and misspell the words that try even now to gather up the whole business, remember, and return someplace. Home? They ring with a hollow ring that is a ring nonetheless-a strange, unfamiliar sound, for all its obsolescence. The 'call of all that's left' is something unexpected; it is new." -Ann Smock, author of The Play of Light: Jacques Roubaud, Emmanuel Hocquard and Friends (SUNY Press)
"Disintegration is a 'thinking thing, ' a 'thinking kind of thread.' A 'murmur, ' it says of itself, or a buzz or a rattle. I would say it's a song, mostly muffled, with an on-and-off beat, at the tail end of human life on earth. It's 'the call of all that's left.' You can see as well as hear it in letters that come apart, change places, drop out and misspell the words that try even now to gather up the whole business, remember, and return someplace. Home? They ring with a hollow ring that is a ring nonetheless-a strange, unfamiliar sound, for all its obsolescence. The 'call of all that's left' is something unexpected; it is new." -Ann Smock, author of The Play of Light: Jacques Roubaud, Emmanuel Hocquard and Friends (SUNY Press)
"Disintegration is a 'thinking thing, ' a 'thinking kind of thread.' A 'murmur, ' it says of itself, or a buzz or a rattle. I would say it's a song, mostly muffled, with an on-and-off beat, at the tail end of human life on earth. It's 'the call of all that's left.' You can see as well as hear it in letters that come apart, change places, drop out and misspell the words that try even now to gather up the whole business, remember, and return someplace. Home? They ring with a hollow ring that is a ring nonetheless-a strange, unfamiliar sound, for all its obsolescence. The 'call of all that's left' is something unexpected; it is new." -Ann Smock, author of The Play of Light: Jacques Roubaud, Emmanuel Hocquard and Friends (SUNY Press)
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