| LA | NY A Special Edition of The East Village Douglas Messerli Were a Throb to Entice a Brief Possession or Give Voice to a Wreckage Deprived of Expiration... -- Luigi Ballerini A good thing is that rock can curl in the palm of hand, and it feel the precarious signs of the very neat incision, cut, chasm of what cost even rock its existence as a mass, craving for cathexis. It deters it, stretches what the hide, starched and caged, covers to escape-the possibility of its projection across space. If only one could keep the hidden, heap the mass in middle of the palm to not exort a reflection into a contortion of what's dogged by leash-the murderer always slashes faster than reaction, tosses the first second, third stone before the victim perceives even bruise or blood let alone the urgent throb of result. In such a wilderness, a voice cannot survive if the tongue is tied to feldspar. It needs the joint of the active fingering down, around, surround to crush all that can destroy the rubble of its nervousness. [from Luigi Ballerini] April 24, 1998 Douglas Messerli Index |