(again about quantity)

again about quantity

maybe one of the most dispiriting facts at the moment

only one thing somehow brings me joy here

vague joy of course

somehow joy

the sight of all those shapes 

one shape then another shape

text after text

and the long string of them all

as soon as reread

as soon as get ‘into’ any of them

almost always the boredom the disgust

no quality

almost pure almost complete rubbish

almost total emptiness 

always the same thing or things

repeated repeated

motifs developed maintained abandoned

and this repeated

never any language any style that is

never any idea


just one shape another shape