where the tangent is the architecture
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Is this your beating heart? I
asked. She didn’t answer. She didn’t have a larynx. She didn’t
even have a thorax. She didn’t have anything. Not even arms
or legs or a head. She really wasn’t a woman as much as she
was the space between dead leaves. No, it’s yours she said.—Zachary Schomburg
There was a redheaded man who had no eyes or ears. He didn’t have hair either, so he was called a redhead arbitrarily.
He couldn’t talk because he had no mouth. He didn’t have a nose either.
He didn’t even have arms or legs. He had no stomach, he had no back, no spine, and he didn’t have any insides at all. There was nothing! So, we don’t even know who we’re talking about.
We’d better not talk about him any more.
Daniil Kharms, Blue Notebook #10, written sometime in the late 1930’s.
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Is this your beating heart? I asked. She didn’t answer. She didn’t have a larynx. She didn’t even have a thorax. She...
There was a redheaded man who had no eyes or ears. He didn’t have hair either, so he was called a redhead arbitrarily....