From form to shape our world is partly whole by seeing what thought feels to see the sun not as it simply is but by all we desire to see it as as if to fill a void of overwhelming light her eye finds shapes in cloud bright cumuli amassing figures by sense beyond the sensible Phoebus in his car with diamond wheel lost among the guffaw of the crowd as the artist might draw from silk the color red and clasp her as a lover to his heart or the poet who draws a drop of blood from stone are but modulations from a sound where shifting her split skirt her voice and dance can flatter either verb or noun, her supple moves borrowed from a tune played on W’s Steinway to yield a self, a subject vibrant in the world of ordinary fact like sitting in a bar next to death crossing and uncrossing her legs where all that is the case is true objects arching giant spines across space as time as we imagine it; not as we could know a self that is but as it is: a whole cloud of philosophy condensed into a drop of grammar.

中文翻译：

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它必须是抽象的

一个在普通事实世界中充满活力的主题，就像坐在死亡旁边的酒吧里交叉和松开她的腿，所有的情况都是真实的物体在我们想象的时间中跨越空间拱起巨大的脊椎；不是我们可以知道的自我，而是真实的自我：一整片哲学之云浓缩成一滴语法。