This hopeless now
A stasis – for inspection. Clues? No. Characters1 writing themselves on the brink of extinction, from which they endlessly draw back and after which, half-fabulous, they live on in trope.
The sign, like an arrow, returns us to this scene of life/death. Self-enacting, it tropes itself, marking and preceding the weary capitalization of the first "NOW", already repeated, qualified, subtracted from itself by succession. It is the pathetic elsewhere of the "sign – NOW" that it cannot even trap itself in a circle; it returns to the scene of its generation, to the Inspector, and to extinction.
In this hopeless NOW, the voice even has deserted music, enacting the bankruptcy of a Nietzschean logocentrism. Creation is undoing itself without any hope of reversing the fall of the sign. The name of the elk is crushed under a baroque complexity, whilst the savage pictogram of the "referent" (with all its ironies on its head) regresses to the protozoic state of an amoeba, with hair.
Finally the small claims of the now can only "syncopate themselves in the roundness of the egg", reduced to an elliptical irresolution that splits its own potential yet gives itself to be written.
Thank you. Serves you right.
1Note pun.
