When Will The Arbitrary Be

I Insist On Knowing The Names, On Being Interested Only In Books Left Ajar, Like Doors; I Will Not Go Looking For Keys.

All My Life, My Heart Has Yearned For A Thing I Cannot Name.

Nothing Retains Less Of Desire In Art, In Science, Than This Will To Industry, Booty, Possession.

The Art Of Frida Kahlo Is A Ribbon Around A Bomb.

It Will In The End, Be Admitted That Everything, In Effect Is An Image And That The Least Object Which Has No Symbolic Role Assigned To It Is Capable Of Standing For Absolutely Anything.