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Ten ‘translationed’ fragments from bill bissett’s new book:

Another near-life experience.

““Help, help,”“ such a classical utterance…

Can we connect? Is there time for that?

Obsession is a replacement for interaction.

they showed a cluster of, circle of, people getting back up to standing position after, perhaps, kneeling. It looked like some of them, quite older (it was mid-winter, how their bones must have hurt in the chill!) and the voice-over said ““Cannibalism has now entered the war in Bosnia.”“ Through the gloomy coats and legs of the now standing people we could dimly see wrecked bodies in the snow. And then, much later in the day, the same pictures / different voice-over said: ““The grieving in Bosnia continues as the war carries on its grim parade.”“ So they’re just getting up from snacking? Or mourning? (The line of meaning, often so distinct, blurs with what they think we can handle).

If despair is a mask for self-pity, what is self-pity a mask for?

Fear. Of farming. Why do we fear farming? The disappointment of the agricultural revolution.

Someone says ““God is dead”“ to them, and they hear ““God is Ed.”“ And then you introduce someone to them-say: ““This is Ed.”“ And they go, ““Please forgive me!”“ or, ““How’s your son?”“

The interesting texture of the bathwater sustains me.

““Get thee to a nouneree.”“ Ophelia had been experiencing noun slippage, (and haven’t we all?) And where is the nouneree? Do you know the way? With heightened and more sophisticated noun awareness, do we come closer to happiness, starring ourselves? Ophelia unfortunately didn’t find the nouneree and perhaps thought it was the name of the river. Can you walk into the same nouneree twice? She jumped in. Lost lovesickness, now called co-dependency.

As always, it’s much better complete, and in the original. And it’s not even a foreign language.