a poem for today, 8 July 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of two sentences and its image]
One does something, one counts oneself as (declares oneself) the one who did it, and, on the base of this declaration, one does something new - the proper moment of subjective transformation occurs at the moment of declaration, not at the moment of action.
Today the body is not just a subject who produces and who - because it produces art - shows us the paradigm of production in general, the power of life: the body has become a machine into which production and art inscribe themselves.
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