The chapters expungedand the pages rewritten –
the text of the unconscious
beneath the spectacle of truth -
can still be read elsewhere:
in the symptoms of the body,
in the stock of memories,
in the heroic retellings,
in the mannerisms, crude wit,
and paper-thin traditions,
in the deft distortions made
by the edits and revisions,
in the words that are chosen,
and in the silences in between,
over amber waves of grain;
under my country tis of thee.
- The Fool
- photo artist unknown 2008
first published Feb, 3. 2008