Better Better Etc.
Better to you
I think I could do better
Better to me
Better to me again
I know
I know
I know
You
After we argue I want to leave
Cuz your apartment is small
And you
Want me
I'm sorry
I can't be
What do you want from me?
Throughout any love life
Figures occur to the lover without any order
For on each occasion they depend on an (internal or external) accident
Confronting each of these incidents (what "befalls" him)
The amorous subject
Draws on the reservoir (the thesaurus) of figures
Depending on the needs
The injunctions
Or the pleasures of his image-repertoire
Each figure explodes
Vibrates in and of itself like a sound severed from any tune-or is repeated
To satiety
Like the motif of a hovering music
No logic links the figures
Determines their contiguity
The figures are non-syntagmatic
Non-narrative
They are Erinyes
They stir
Collide
Subside
Return
Vanish with no more order than the flight of mosquitoes
Amorous dis-cursus is not dialectical
It turns like a perpetual calendar
An encyclopedia of affective culture
(There is something of Bouvard and Pecuchet in the lover)
I think I could do better
Better to me
Better to me again
I know
I know
I know
You
After we argue I want to leave
Cuz your apartment is small
And you
Want me
I'm sorry
I can't be
What do you want from me?
Throughout any love life
Figures occur to the lover without any order
For on each occasion they depend on an (internal or external) accident
Confronting each of these incidents (what "befalls" him)
The amorous subject
Draws on the reservoir (the thesaurus) of figures
Depending on the needs
The injunctions
Or the pleasures of his image-repertoire
Each figure explodes
Vibrates in and of itself like a sound severed from any tune-or is repeated
To satiety
Like the motif of a hovering music
No logic links the figures
Determines their contiguity
The figures are non-syntagmatic
Non-narrative
They are Erinyes
They stir
Collide
Subside
Return
Vanish with no more order than the flight of mosquitoes
Amorous dis-cursus is not dialectical
It turns like a perpetual calendar
An encyclopedia of affective culture
(There is something of Bouvard and Pecuchet in the lover)
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Dcruz
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