The hoax is a hoax or may or may not be
Before the screen, before Euclid, before the window, there was the lie.
There was originally no difference between the lie and the eye: each saw.
Sight was borne on the eaves of fiction and fiction was born on the biceps
of sight.
We are creatures of the day and of the night and both are our homes, are
our disarmers. What becomes true is the place you were meant to be.
There is a guidepost, a beckon, a beacon, a peal, a meal: we are meant to
know –that’s enough for NOW. Now is enough for later sometimes, but
sometimes is not enough later for now too.
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is get what you want
All we are seeing is nothing but what
All we are seeing is everything but
All we’re assailing is everything but
All we’re availing is the thought of what’s what
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Illustration: Marieta Chirulescu, Mixed Gradiens 1.5, 2010, C-print on alu dibond 68,5 x 52,5 cm
